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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 482 | 2016-04-11 06:24:37 | 84.70 | 95% |
| 394 | 2015-11-18 20:00:29 | 87.25 | 96% |
| 188 | 2015-11-11 11:47:21 | 87.72 | 97% |
| 92 | 2015-11-01 13:27:27 | 74.38 | 94% |