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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2170 | 2017-06-07 16:59:31 | 74.04 | 99% |
| 1773 | 2016-05-08 10:49:46 | 67.56 | 99% |
| 1512 | 2016-03-15 16:11:11 | 60.83 | 97% |
| 606 | 2015-06-07 02:14:06 | 60.17 | 97% |
| 120 | 2014-05-01 03:28:16 | 64.61 | 99% |