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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10297 | 2018-05-02 09:11:46 | 70.11 | 97% |
| 4114 | 2017-09-05 07:55:23 | 60.87 | 98% |
| 3902 | 2017-08-30 14:05:38 | 58.36 | 98% |
| 3664 | 2017-08-17 15:15:53 | 64.37 | 99% |
| 3300 | 2017-08-08 06:27:30 | 51.98 | 97% |
| 1526 | 2017-06-18 18:55:50 | 50.40 | 96% |
| 1438 | 2017-06-14 16:28:05 | 47.62 | 95% |