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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1388 | 2017-04-23 18:53:35 | 105.91 | 96% |
| 964 | 2016-07-19 20:09:00 | 114.04 | 99% |
| 884 | 2016-07-13 23:10:40 | 102.42 | 96% |
| 873 | 2016-07-13 20:10:07 | 103.63 | 96% |
| 687 | 2016-04-20 18:19:43 | 82.87 | 90% |
| 572 | 2013-11-23 19:49:22 | 90.33 | 92% |
| 500 | 2013-09-15 16:00:22 | 82.83 | 89% |