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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1037 | 2015-09-29 14:53:45 | 110.29 | 98% |
| 867 | 2015-05-31 00:07:02 | 93.11 | 96% |
| 718 | 2015-04-16 13:00:57 | 95.74 | 95% |
| 621 | 2015-04-13 13:32:02 | 83.09 | 92% |
| 571 | 2015-04-10 12:37:54 | 86.53 | 96% |