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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9239 | 2019-03-14 03:26:00 | 86.05 | 93% |
| 8691 | 2019-02-13 22:24:08 | 98.04 | 96% |
| 5500 | 2018-09-18 17:08:18 | 78.65 | 96% |
| 4594 | 2018-05-07 23:17:57 | 87.51 | 95% |
| 3183 | 2018-02-14 17:01:37 | 71.99 | 95% |
| 2986 | 2018-02-08 18:28:18 | 78.39 | 94% |
| 927 | 2017-12-12 14:58:48 | 74.37 | 96% |