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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1047 | 2016-05-06 22:27:45 | 59.44 | 94% |
| 963 | 2016-05-01 14:12:10 | 57.95 | 94% |
| 858 | 2016-04-29 21:26:14 | 58.86 | 94% |
| 406 | 2016-04-02 13:55:58 | 61.84 | 96% |
| 305 | 2016-04-01 12:24:45 | 49.03 | 95% |
| 125 | 2016-03-25 02:02:36 | 53.54 | 93% |