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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8367 | 2018-08-11 05:42:04 | 90.12 | 97% |
| 4808 | 2018-06-06 09:56:31 | 68.97 | 97% |
| 1325 | 2018-05-20 04:34:00 | 67.71 | 96% |
| 1292 | 2018-05-19 15:22:49 | 65.33 | 95% |