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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2139 | 2019-09-17 02:52:41 | 101.62 | 98% |
| 1137 | 2017-06-20 20:07:58 | 96.93 | 95% |
| 997 | 2017-06-07 17:59:13 | 91.84 | 95% |
| 850 | 2017-06-01 21:58:55 | 97.94 | 94% |
| 115 | 2016-02-08 21:10:58 | 69.73 | 84% |