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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2226 | 2016-08-15 11:30:13 | 53.92 | 100% |
| 2003 | 2016-01-27 02:27:00 | 65.67 | 97% |
| 731 | 2014-08-27 03:43:47 | 62.91 | 97% |
| 499 | 2014-08-18 05:21:13 | 55.75 | 94% |
| 406 | 2014-08-17 21:26:43 | 51.68 | 91% |
| 212 | 2014-08-15 02:40:23 | 56.71 | 96% |