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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7585 | 2017-06-14 17:14:49 | 78.48 | 97% |
| 6618 | 2017-05-13 17:36:30 | 98.70 | 97% |
| 4515 | 2016-11-15 10:41:16 | 79.33 | 91% |
| 4035 | 2016-10-11 14:27:29 | 71.94 | 94% |
| 2409 | 2016-07-08 06:49:33 | 74.09 | 97% |
| 1608 | 2016-05-12 02:00:18 | 72.84 | 95% |
| 1221 | 2016-04-15 15:55:17 | 72.01 | 98% |