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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1472 | 2015-10-27 01:35:49 | 113.80 | 95% |
| 947 | 2015-10-17 03:18:02 | 119.36 | 96% |
| 857 | 2015-10-16 00:19:49 | 118.99 | 95% |
| 817 | 2015-10-15 21:49:59 | 120.25 | 97% |
| 519 | 2012-12-20 15:50:09 | 107.89 | 93% |