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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1522 | 2015-09-03 19:18:42 | 102.04 | 95% |
| 1515 | 2015-09-03 17:01:44 | 111.83 | 93% |
| 1452 | 2015-09-01 15:20:48 | 109.50 | 94% |
| 879 | 2015-07-29 19:43:29 | 99.15 | 92% |
| 281 | 2015-07-17 17:57:07 | 75.34 | 82% |