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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2473 | 2017-01-20 14:48:48 | 104.04 | 98% |
| 2464 | 2017-01-19 15:24:02 | 100.01 | 95% |
| 2234 | 2016-12-09 19:48:32 | 106.34 | 96% |
| 1614 | 2016-11-04 18:49:55 | 112.51 | 98% |
| 559 | 2016-08-26 10:11:50 | 87.60 | 96% |
| 331 | 2016-08-09 19:44:00 | 93.77 | 96% |
| 266 | 2016-07-31 19:42:06 | 94.22 | 96% |