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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2379 | 2015-06-13 21:56:37 | 53.20 | 92% |
| 2130 | 2015-05-31 23:45:49 | 58.97 | 97% |
| 1611 | 2015-05-06 03:29:07 | 52.38 | 95% |
| 580 | 2015-03-12 00:23:00 | 46.64 | 94% |
| 452 | 2015-03-03 22:37:56 | 46.23 | 95% |