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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4810 | 2016-09-23 15:25:19 | 89.92 | 95% |
| 4428 | 2016-09-01 16:59:58 | 102.55 | 98% |
| 2975 | 2014-03-28 14:22:41 | 66.53 | 90% |
| 2427 | 2014-03-14 12:18:16 | 76.34 | 96% |
| 2188 | 2014-03-07 17:16:21 | 77.73 | 96% |