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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 733 | 2018-12-13 21:43:38 | 85.83 | 96% |
| 444 | 2013-10-17 18:37:15 | 88.69 | 94% |
| 140 | 2012-04-10 13:55:40 | 60.06 | 92% |
| 121 | 2012-04-10 02:55:25 | 66.50 | 93% |
| 77 | 2012-04-05 15:28:23 | 62.33 | 91% |