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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 590 | 2016-06-30 06:01:18 | 105.66 | 92% |
| 565 | 2015-12-28 08:48:01 | 104.22 | 95% |
| 507 | 2014-08-13 05:18:47 | 107.95 | 96% |
| 443 | 2014-05-26 18:51:56 | 96.94 | 93% |
| 336 | 2013-06-08 20:53:25 | 103.80 | 95% |
| 335 | 2013-06-08 07:10:09 | 109.59 | 97% |