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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 772 | 2016-08-18 19:10:32 | 58.10 | 88% |
| 701 | 2016-08-15 11:30:01 | 68.24 | 96% |
| 414 | 2016-08-02 14:34:03 | 59.20 | 90% |
| 207 | 2016-07-24 20:53:44 | 49.23 | 89% |