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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9060 | 2018-09-11 06:26:28 | 140.25 | 98% |
| 7296 | 2018-08-07 01:03:45 | 138.81 | 98% |
| 5462 | 2018-04-09 03:08:52 | 171.31 | 99% |
| 2383 | 2017-05-10 18:05:32 | 171.82 | 100% |
| 966 | 2015-01-30 16:51:48 | 129.74 | 91% |
| 790 | 2015-01-16 21:21:19 | 142.76 | 99% |
| 437 | 2014-10-06 18:25:39 | 134.70 | 95% |
| 333 | 2014-09-10 17:07:34 | 141.18 | 93% |
| 89 | 2014-08-21 15:33:49 | 140.72 | 96% |