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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 902 | 2015-11-19 19:00:07 | 93.49 | 93% |
| 759 | 2015-11-19 15:20:25 | 98.44 | 95% |
| 758 | 2015-11-19 15:19:34 | 106.27 | 99% |
| 531 | 2015-11-17 19:45:54 | 94.17 | 93% |