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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1694 | 2016-02-10 20:36:36 | 78.33 | 92% |
| 1470 | 2016-01-27 20:32:40 | 85.42 | 98% |
| 1431 | 2016-01-27 02:37:08 | 71.20 | 94% |
| 1308 | 2016-01-16 04:57:12 | 80.35 | 93% |
| 662 | 2015-12-19 07:07:11 | 71.87 | 91% |
| 625 | 2015-12-16 02:36:52 | 68.09 | 92% |