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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1859 | 2016-01-10 12:11:48 | 104.64 | 96% |
| 752 | 2015-12-08 07:16:47 | 104.94 | 99% |
| 472 | 2015-12-01 08:32:10 | 100.84 | 95% |
| 417 | 2015-12-01 01:58:46 | 105.80 | 99% |
| 195 | 2015-11-26 08:55:10 | 92.02 | 95% |
| 22 | 2015-11-26 01:23:43 | 91.43 | 95% |