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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1237 | 2016-12-03 19:10:11 | 52.50 | 94% |
| 1023 | 2015-01-01 22:09:46 | 53.98 | 90% |
| 992 | 2014-12-29 12:22:00 | 53.24 | 91% |
| 983 | 2014-12-29 10:14:05 | 50.31 | 90% |
| 916 | 2014-12-25 13:41:49 | 57.12 | 94% |