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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2380 | 2016-03-03 20:33:02 | 98.82 | 94% |
| 1282 | 2016-02-01 11:02:48 | 102.48 | 99% |
| 1146 | 2016-01-21 18:49:14 | 88.78 | 95% |
| 1067 | 2016-01-20 19:35:08 | 101.36 | 99% |
| 761 | 2016-01-12 20:33:01 | 94.48 | 96% |
| 732 | 2016-01-12 18:52:58 | 83.48 | 93% |