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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12848 | 2019-02-13 23:42:03 | 122.50 | 99% |
| 6602 | 2018-02-09 08:19:13 | 117.98 | 99% |
| 908 | 2017-04-23 11:27:48 | 105.72 | 97% |
| 519 | 2015-10-17 22:36:06 | 86.28 | 93% |
| 482 | 2015-10-01 17:57:13 | 81.74 | 93% |