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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3184 | 2018-01-23 12:29:35 | 95.59 | 97% |
| 2870 | 2017-12-20 11:03:21 | 102.09 | 98% |
| 1276 | 2017-01-06 16:10:53 | 73.71 | 93% |
| 1104 | 2016-12-30 09:57:23 | 79.51 | 93% |
| 568 | 2016-12-09 07:05:17 | 74.01 | 95% |
| 243 | 2016-11-30 10:21:11 | 64.05 | 92% |