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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 853 | 2016-03-03 02:36:17 | 90.91 | 95% |
| 617 | 2015-03-08 05:53:54 | 102.73 | 99% |
| 343 | 2015-02-21 22:49:11 | 100.61 | 97% |
| 80 | 2015-02-12 07:47:24 | 79.94 | 95% |
| 60 | 2015-02-11 07:45:09 | 79.84 | 96% |