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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17596 | 2015-08-09 14:03:19 | 137.23 | 96% |
| 16082 | 2015-07-25 18:35:23 | 144.45 | 96% |
| 5483 | 2015-03-22 11:50:27 | 121.12 | 92% |
| 5373 | 2015-03-22 08:33:09 | 123.86 | 94% |
| 2009 | 2015-02-19 06:58:59 | 117.63 | 92% |