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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2741 | 2017-01-29 20:29:32 | 111.81 | 94% |
| 1074 | 2016-06-27 03:31:57 | 105.24 | 94% |
| 659 | 2016-06-15 11:46:46 | 112.01 | 96% |
| 523 | 2016-05-22 06:40:44 | 119.88 | 99% |
| 438 | 2016-05-17 22:16:11 | 105.12 | 94% |