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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1803 | 2016-11-08 06:32:28 | 80.95 | 91% |
| 994 | 2016-10-25 07:07:20 | 91.90 | 98% |
| 597 | 2016-10-21 05:26:05 | 93.45 | 98% |
| 592 | 2016-10-21 05:21:56 | 93.61 | 97% |
| 431 | 2016-10-18 21:09:45 | 88.70 | 97% |
| 286 | 2016-10-17 02:52:12 | 89.32 | 96% |