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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4022 | 2023-10-05 08:20:14 | 69.90 | 98.2% |
| 2421 | 2015-11-24 13:57:53 | 49.09 | 96% |
| 1968 | 2015-11-02 15:16:18 | 55.09 | 97% |
| 1937 | 2015-10-23 10:42:04 | 55.86 | 96% |
| 1686 | 2015-09-28 10:15:27 | 44.25 | 95% |
| 1188 | 2015-08-17 09:13:36 | 52.63 | 98% |
| 1097 | 2015-08-05 08:47:58 | 49.44 | 95% |