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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3048 | 2016-02-13 22:46:00 | 81.83 | 93% |
| 1529 | 2013-06-11 19:14:19 | 91.31 | 94% |
| 1416 | 2013-06-11 10:22:00 | 86.61 | 91% |
| 904 | 2013-06-03 23:02:48 | 73.76 | 91% |
| 699 | 2013-06-01 23:38:51 | 68.53 | 91% |
| 567 | 2013-06-01 20:47:55 | 73.11 | 88% |