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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2327 | 2016-08-14 13:58:46 | 68.54 | 93% |
| 2117 | 2016-03-29 14:57:40 | 57.56 | 89% |
| 2018 | 2016-03-19 03:28:06 | 55.89 | 90% |
| 1928 | 2016-02-25 19:50:57 | 51.77 | 85% |
| 1815 | 2016-01-30 05:48:37 | 63.30 | 92% |