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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2878 | 2017-04-15 03:06:21 | 48.93 | 91% |
| 1617 | 2017-03-14 07:11:26 | 47.00 | 92% |
| 1557 | 2017-03-13 19:59:01 | 46.75 | 91% |
| 1257 | 2017-03-07 06:10:42 | 40.55 | 90% |
| 433 | 2017-02-22 08:24:35 | 31.18 | 85% |