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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9992 | 2017-05-19 02:57:30 | 78.12 | 100% |
| 9970 | 2017-05-19 02:34:46 | 72.71 | 97% |
| 9788 | 2017-05-18 12:36:09 | 65.08 | 92% |
| 9412 | 2017-05-18 03:42:07 | 66.24 | 92% |
| 8311 | 2017-05-04 10:36:39 | 72.91 | 96% |
| 8134 | 2017-05-04 04:37:58 | 75.28 | 98% |
| 5642 | 2017-02-17 10:29:30 | 57.33 | 96% |
| 201 | 2017-01-17 11:19:54 | 56.23 | 97% |