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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 620 | 2016-11-30 07:55:21 | 82.96 | 96% |
| 571 | 2016-11-12 16:27:49 | 76.63 | 95% |
| 489 | 2016-10-30 14:30:12 | 83.52 | 96% |
| 306 | 2016-10-21 03:15:39 | 72.32 | 93% |