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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 835 | 2015-07-16 09:57:29 | 93.10 | 95% |
| 713 | 2015-07-15 02:50:59 | 92.41 | 94% |
| 138 | 2015-04-07 06:34:50 | 104.03 | 98% |
| 50 | 2015-03-07 23:37:56 | 77.80 | 97% |
| 47 | 2015-03-07 23:32:26 | 104.82 | 98% |