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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3772 | 2017-05-06 21:27:16 | 59.22 | 93% |
| 3385 | 2017-04-03 02:24:42 | 61.75 | 94% |
| 2847 | 2016-06-23 13:55:47 | 60.64 | 91% |
| 1746 | 2016-05-11 18:26:55 | 60.64 | 95% |
| 681 | 2015-10-10 16:23:11 | 47.90 | 89% |