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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1870 | 2017-05-02 19:14:23 | 120.92 | 99% |
| 1598 | 2017-04-11 03:02:32 | 111.21 | 97% |
| 943 | 2017-03-21 05:48:12 | 89.32 | 93% |
| 772 | 2017-03-19 05:57:48 | 92.99 | 96% |