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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2898 | 2020-05-13 16:59:00 | 100.43 | 97% |
| 1956 | 2015-05-02 20:12:14 | 92.00 | 95% |
| 1627 | 2014-07-20 00:32:52 | 80.86 | 93% |
| 1178 | 2014-05-14 18:24:15 | 85.14 | 95% |
| 840 | 2013-09-20 15:56:33 | 75.76 | 94% |
| 748 | 2013-02-27 17:23:07 | 70.59 | 91% |