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 | 2016-12-05 06:24:55 | 77.14 | 95% |
| 914 | 2016-10-25 07:26:45 | 84.58 | 98% |
| 712 | 2016-07-19 06:37:21 | 74.83 | 93% |
| 608 | 2016-07-12 09:22:35 | 80.32 | 96% |