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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2246 | 2019-01-20 18:06:57 | 125.68 | 97% |
| 1978 | 2019-01-03 03:11:53 | 128.34 | 98% |
| 1304 | 2018-11-03 21:05:44 | 134.79 | 98% |
| 445 | 2015-09-05 13:52:58 | 99.67 | 95% |
| 205 | 2013-01-01 21:17:13 | 53.57 | 91% |