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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1800 | 2016-09-06 15:22:26 | 120.80 | 95% |
| 1233 | 2016-07-11 02:04:11 | 122.22 | 95% |
| 1087 | 2015-10-22 21:39:18 | 133.18 | 99% |
| 991 | 2015-08-29 22:52:50 | 117.78 | 98% |
| 456 | 2014-11-24 15:24:58 | 93.75 | 89% |
| 455 | 2014-11-23 20:15:16 | 111.92 | 95% |