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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2423 | 2019-07-07 18:24:08 | 152.09 | 98% |
| 2422 | 2019-07-07 18:23:10 | 145.54 | 98% |
| 1904 | 2017-03-24 16:58:10 | 141.21 | 92% |
| 1704 | 2017-02-28 05:19:24 | 153.77 | 98% |
| 71 | 2017-01-09 23:11:25 | 142.08 | 95% |
| 47 | 2017-01-09 19:50:19 | 134.51 | 96% |