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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2588 | 2017-06-05 14:17:25 | 116.33 | 99% |
| 2438 | 2017-06-03 09:43:52 | 102.18 | 96% |
| 1211 | 2016-02-14 00:39:36 | 105.00 | 97% |
| 475 | 2016-01-26 03:21:50 | 99.93 | 96% |
| 129 | 2016-01-20 21:05:01 | 97.91 | 95% |