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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 688 | 2015-08-12 17:30:59 | 124.29 | 97% |
| 381 | 2015-08-09 13:58:33 | 116.01 | 96% |
| 94 | 2015-08-06 11:28:48 | 125.70 | 95% |
| 19 | 2015-07-30 14:55:50 | 122.07 | 99% |