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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 733 | 2015-06-06 08:32:19 | 115.56 | 98% |
| 611 | 2015-06-04 03:43:25 | 117.47 | 97% |
| 460 | 2015-05-31 12:12:11 | 120.55 | 97% |
| 329 | 2015-05-27 11:21:47 | 118.29 | 96% |
| 163 | 2015-05-24 09:33:46 | 130.17 | 100% |