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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 785 | 2015-08-06 13:58:29 | 52.04 | 95% |
| 773 | 2015-08-06 09:41:50 | 62.37 | 97% |
| 730 | 2015-08-02 05:11:07 | 65.70 | 96% |
| 552 | 2015-07-25 04:42:59 | 56.33 | 94% |
| 204 | 2012-09-10 02:35:53 | 48.77 | 95% |