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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1453 | 2016-08-29 09:29:38 | 74.31 | 95% |
| 1425 | 2016-08-29 07:25:54 | 71.45 | 95% |
| 354 | 2016-06-27 12:10:06 | 63.71 | 95% |
| 294 | 2016-06-25 07:59:25 | 61.80 | 97% |
| 151 | 2016-06-21 10:20:00 | 58.98 | 92% |