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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2429 | 2017-07-17 15:43:45 | 155.26 | 99% |
| 2085 | 2014-01-25 19:45:36 | 143.02 | 96% |
| 960 | 2011-11-24 23:57:40 | 143.63 | 95% |
| 470 | 2011-10-19 00:01:51 | 132.07 | 96% |
| 426 | 2011-06-25 22:09:06 | 119.31 | 81% |