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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 656 | 2015-03-08 22:32:01 | 86.38 | 95% |
| 555 | 2014-11-24 03:57:26 | 87.64 | 94% |
| 455 | 2014-11-10 03:51:57 | 91.23 | 93% |
| 219 | 2014-09-01 06:29:03 | 83.37 | 97% |
| 177 | 2014-08-18 06:44:33 | 85.33 | 94% |