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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1078 | 2016-07-15 08:15:46 | 81.97 | 90% |
| 807 | 2014-06-13 06:39:47 | 86.30 | 95% |
| 802 | 2014-04-13 08:18:42 | 85.14 | 94% |
| 633 | 2014-03-28 07:38:42 | 91.78 | 97% |
| 559 | 2014-03-05 03:27:50 | 84.47 | 95% |
| 546 | 2014-03-04 03:27:17 | 85.56 | 96% |