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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1281 | 2016-06-10 03:27:28 | 67.36 | 90% |
| 1254 | 2016-03-30 14:37:37 | 73.59 | 97% |
| 1029 | 2015-12-14 07:33:39 | 81.85 | 98% |
| 997 | 2015-09-12 09:29:13 | 77.61 | 99% |
| 361 | 2015-05-09 07:55:03 | 66.44 | 99% |
| 125 | 2015-05-05 15:03:24 | 61.02 | 99% |