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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2238 | 2017-05-13 13:01:21 | 76.99 | 95% |
| 1859 | 2017-01-01 15:04:28 | 73.37 | 95% |
| 837 | 2016-03-15 15:19:43 | 55.64 | 92% |
| 704 | 2016-02-24 15:20:29 | 56.59 | 93% |