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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1765 | 2015-10-03 20:35:39 | 91.11 | 95% |
| 1647 | 2015-09-04 16:17:31 | 92.09 | 97% |
| 1463 | 2015-08-27 13:53:39 | 82.25 | 96% |
| 231 | 2014-06-30 01:47:29 | 92.86 | 99% |