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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1884 | 2017-02-27 14:54:02 | 62.86 | 96% |
| 1389 | 2016-10-20 20:42:26 | 67.19 | 99% |
| 628 | 2016-06-13 13:34:15 | 51.94 | 96% |
| 338 | 2016-05-27 13:25:16 | 54.80 | 99% |
| 197 | 2016-05-24 13:18:39 | 47.02 | 96% |
| 69 | 2016-05-19 18:42:27 | 42.44 | 92% |