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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1632 | 2015-11-14 18:47:42 | 72.07 | 95% |
| 1591 | 2015-11-13 17:08:38 | 70.47 | 92% |
| 1550 | 2015-11-12 13:27:28 | 77.26 | 96% |
| 1398 | 2015-11-08 18:09:51 | 72.71 | 97% |
| 1377 | 2015-11-08 15:53:57 | 69.94 | 95% |
| 341 | 2015-10-16 10:47:57 | 71.31 | 97% |