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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1464 | 2018-04-21 18:43:17 | 73.28 | 96% |
| 500 | 2016-04-12 12:12:18 | 65.02 | 91% |
| 418 | 2016-04-05 08:41:11 | 60.76 | 88% |
| 44 | 2014-12-31 09:08:40 | 49.53 | 90% |