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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4153 | 2016-03-15 12:26:28 | 54.83 | 90% |
| 4027 | 2016-03-09 09:22:57 | 57.92 | 94% |
| 3555 | 2016-03-01 17:03:21 | 64.79 | 97% |
| 3448 | 2016-02-27 12:04:49 | 57.70 | 92% |
| 2726 | 2015-11-16 07:20:04 | 53.05 | 92% |