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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1028 | 2015-04-07 00:35:59 | 75.54 | 95% |
| 986 | 2015-04-05 11:43:04 | 79.60 | 97% |
| 204 | 2015-02-19 11:52:45 | 79.43 | 99% |
| 47 | 2015-02-10 10:29:49 | 70.68 | 100% |