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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2461 | 2016-12-31 22:35:16 | 56.75 | 95% |
| 2412 | 2016-12-30 15:26:17 | 67.57 | 97% |
| 1493 | 2016-11-10 00:50:18 | 54.93 | 91% |
| 1459 | 2016-11-09 02:16:54 | 53.87 | 88% |
| 431 | 2016-09-12 17:39:44 | 44.86 | 92% |