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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 880 | 2019-10-12 10:52:46 | 143.50 | 99% |
| 662 | 2016-12-03 15:52:32 | 126.81 | 95% |
| 510 | 2013-12-18 18:15:47 | 120.94 | 96% |
| 354 | 2013-11-30 15:46:21 | 134.39 | 99% |