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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1000 | 2016-09-10 10:39:03 | 62.85 | 87% |
| 827 | 2016-08-31 09:47:06 | 57.74 | 88% |
| 702 | 2016-07-18 00:02:10 | 72.12 | 93% |
| 211 | 2016-03-10 23:11:08 | 59.48 | 91% |