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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1669 | 2016-05-06 18:42:44 | 78.83 | 90% |
| 1605 | 2016-01-26 14:47:22 | 96.65 | 97% |
| 1417 | 2015-12-09 21:30:54 | 83.75 | 92% |
| 1026 | 2015-10-24 00:11:27 | 93.02 | 96% |
| 681 | 2015-09-15 11:07:26 | 81.29 | 92% |