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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1353 | 2015-06-09 06:27:29 | 58.38 | 97% |
| 734 | 2015-04-25 06:19:20 | 55.09 | 98% |
| 638 | 2015-04-21 09:31:02 | 52.37 | 95% |
| 525 | 2015-04-19 11:51:35 | 45.71 | 95% |
| 344 | 2015-04-15 06:00:53 | 54.60 | 99% |
| 166 | 2015-04-07 06:48:57 | 52.33 | 99% |