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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1176 | 2015-05-26 16:19:36 | 89.90 | 92% |
| 1000 | 2015-01-30 20:50:16 | 90.33 | 94% |
| 100 | 2014-08-11 01:43:26 | 97.57 | 98% |
| 23 | 2014-05-05 15:25:06 | 84.87 | 97% |