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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2402 | 2016-09-09 12:18:16 | 87.22 | 97% |
| 1756 | 2014-12-12 02:37:30 | 92.81 | 93% |
| 1395 | 2014-07-20 13:12:51 | 102.68 | 97% |
| 875 | 2013-07-25 13:51:54 | 73.36 | 89% |
| 536 | 2012-10-11 08:55:25 | 83.10 | 94% |
| 91 | 2010-10-28 08:47:27 | 75.79 |