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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2302 | 2017-05-04 10:36:36 | 77.94 | 96% |
| 2156 | 2016-12-26 07:55:10 | 77.80 | 97% |
| 2104 | 2016-12-22 11:50:08 | 71.54 | 95% |
| 1781 | 2016-08-26 10:11:55 | 77.85 | 98% |
| 947 | 2016-06-20 11:43:23 | 77.72 | 98% |
| 527 | 2015-12-07 16:18:23 | 58.62 | 96% |
| 490 | 2015-12-05 15:19:35 | 45.39 | 93% |