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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2828 | 2017-04-02 07:23:07 | 68.24 | 94% |
| 2171 | 2017-01-28 08:50:14 | 71.56 | 95% |
| 1886 | 2017-01-08 13:31:09 | 76.22 | 100% |
| 1713 | 2017-01-02 19:19:57 | 64.74 | 95% |
| 326 | 2016-09-27 20:38:32 | 69.36 | 97% |
| 174 | 2016-09-12 20:01:37 | 68.30 | 100% |