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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1289 | 2016-01-20 04:51:26 | 70.98 | 94% |
| 1183 | 2015-05-07 04:30:51 | 68.31 | 92% |
| 1160 | 2015-03-04 04:12:48 | 75.02 | 96% |
| 857 | 2013-08-30 05:28:58 | 75.89 | 94% |
| 477 | 2012-03-30 06:31:09 | 74.48 | 97% |