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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 668 | 2016-03-29 16:05:03 | 119.37 | 97% |
| 606 | 2016-02-04 23:58:25 | 116.33 | 99% |
| 430 | 2014-07-31 20:20:57 | 108.53 | 96% |
| 420 | 2014-07-31 20:11:58 | 95.34 | 95% |
| 194 | 2014-01-20 04:27:03 | 97.21 | 94% |
| 108 | 2014-01-09 14:55:53 | 92.89 | 92% |