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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 886 | 2017-12-19 14:12:55 | 88.28 | 97% |
| 834 | 2017-12-09 21:49:05 | 109.83 | 99% |
| 514 | 2012-11-12 19:35:48 | 105.37 | 94% |
| 429 | 2012-11-03 11:09:39 | 100.97 | 92% |
| 10 | 2012-10-09 14:20:04 | 87.89 | 94% |