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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 825 | 2015-08-02 08:19:59 | 75.70 | 99% |
| 725 | 2015-03-13 13:38:30 | 61.47 | 94% |
| 669 | 2015-02-11 02:59:37 | 68.59 | 97% |
| 667 | 2015-02-10 13:41:04 | 72.22 | 98% |
| 25 | 2014-08-26 06:15:46 | 64.18 | 97% |