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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 651 | 2016-09-01 02:29:49 | 92.14 | 97% |
| 501 | 2016-08-30 23:01:43 | 84.36 | 97% |
| 396 | 2016-08-29 20:38:01 | 85.30 | 96% |
| 329 | 2016-08-29 01:45:35 | 90.48 | 99% |