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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1875 | 2016-10-26 23:13:06 | 93.88 | 97% |
| 1580 | 2016-10-15 05:49:37 | 81.07 | 94% |
| 1401 | 2016-10-10 17:19:33 | 87.99 | 95% |
| 1384 | 2016-10-10 03:21:36 | 91.08 | 96% |
| 270 | 2016-05-18 05:45:56 | 79.82 | 94% |