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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1357 | 2015-03-09 14:04:56 | 92.12 | 91% |
| 1141 | 2014-12-16 11:22:01 | 95.02 | 91% |
| 1035 | 2014-12-04 13:41:11 | 104.55 | 97% |
| 501 | 2014-11-21 10:57:31 | 81.93 | 92% |
| 270 | 2014-11-14 12:40:45 | 99.17 | 99% |