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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1710 | 2015-07-01 01:34:03 | 132.13 | 93% |
| 1103 | 2015-06-11 03:38:11 | 121.39 | 95% |
| 1023 | 2015-06-10 21:21:56 | 131.94 | 91% |
| 574 | 2015-06-03 17:50:34 | 121.99 | 94% |
| 267 | 2015-05-21 21:58:27 | 137.41 | 96% |