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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10729 | 2019-10-07 12:56:16 | 96.62 | 96% |
| 10662 | 2019-09-30 18:21:13 | 100.35 | 96% |
| 3710 | 2017-09-06 20:17:22 | 96.44 | 97% |
| 740 | 2016-11-28 17:29:55 | 55.40 | 83% |
| 265 | 2016-11-23 17:52:23 | 54.53 | 82% |
| 21 | 2016-10-31 09:44:42 | 42.43 | 79% |