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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5141 | 2019-05-28 20:38:04 | 76.62 | 97% |
| 5022 | 2019-05-20 18:21:41 | 63.67 | 98% |
| 1870 | 2013-11-23 06:49:23 | 57.58 | 94% |
| 1551 | 2012-07-05 03:51:02 | 68.08 | 96% |
| 1210 | 2012-05-09 18:35:44 | 64.31 | 95% |
| 1066 | 2012-04-25 16:39:12 | 71.94 | 99% |
| 26 | 2012-01-18 17:13:26 | 50.65 | 95% |