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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3221 | 2017-02-01 12:09:12 | 78.35 | 94% |
| 1417 | 2016-09-08 01:13:26 | 82.78 | 98% |
| 907 | 2016-08-06 21:54:59 | 85.35 | 98% |
| 120 | 2012-09-17 11:37:10 | 42.46 | 93% |