Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. Many rivers to cross and it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive because of my pride.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2174 | 2015-05-02 20:08:33 | 94.43 | 94% |
| 1742 | 2014-12-26 17:40:42 | 96.52 | 95% |
| 1555 | 2014-12-21 20:09:40 | 90.38 | 97% |
| 1325 | 2014-12-14 18:07:21 | 91.29 | 97% |
| 739 | 2014-10-08 17:45:35 | 96.59 | 99% |