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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5308 | 2018-07-22 18:11:50 | 84.94 | 97% |
| 4565 | 2018-05-01 15:58:22 | 97.69 | 97% |
| 1372 | 2017-01-05 01:54:37 | 78.92 | 91% |
| 1286 | 2016-12-21 14:27:43 | 96.13 | 95% |
| 602 | 2016-10-31 14:09:59 | 76.77 | 97% |
| 388 | 2016-10-09 00:38:01 | 63.08 | 90% |
| 237 | 2016-09-19 13:31:35 | 46.37 | 94% |