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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1041 | 2015-08-10 11:36:53 | 76.08 | 97% |
| 910 | 2014-11-06 12:44:59 | 66.18 | 94% |
| 617 | 2014-05-15 06:17:55 | 78.00 | 98% |
| 242 | 2014-01-13 11:45:48 | 72.26 | 96% |
| 134 | 2013-12-06 22:59:34 | 77.30 | 98% |
| 122 | 2013-12-05 21:03:19 | 80.13 | 99% |