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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3393 | 2016-07-07 23:15:18 | 52.69 | 89% |
| 2921 | 2016-02-07 20:20:42 | 56.61 | 91% |
| 2850 | 2016-01-03 04:32:16 | 46.00 | 82% |
| 2713 | 2015-12-24 09:30:11 | 51.44 | 86% |
| 113 | 2015-08-03 22:10:28 | 41.18 | 91% |