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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 814 | 2017-06-10 01:44:03 | 118.42 | 97% |
| 410 | 2013-03-17 17:43:33 | 123.67 | 95% |
| 258 | 2012-08-14 23:39:13 | 115.72 | 91% |
| 222 | 2012-08-05 17:06:07 | 109.92 | 91% |