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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8372 | 2020-05-07 15:55:09 | 153.28 | 98% |
| 5033 | 2019-03-29 19:33:06 | 171.26 | 99% |
| 489 | 2014-10-25 12:48:08 | 105.90 | 90% |
| 106 | 2014-10-19 20:41:26 | 127.86 | 96% |