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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 783 | 2015-05-19 07:27:24 | 111.39 | 99% |
| 537 | 2014-10-13 23:01:02 | 82.87 | 91% |
| 377 | 2014-10-01 11:34:15 | 73.03 | 89% |
| 133 | 2014-09-22 09:33:17 | 66.86 | 81% |
| 74 | 2014-09-21 13:15:21 | 75.04 | 86% |