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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2771 | 2018-11-29 07:29:38 | 90.13 | 98% |
| 1007 | 2016-06-20 16:31:00 | 71.70 | 92% |
| 998 | 2016-06-13 17:46:11 | 72.99 | 94% |
| 631 | 2013-08-17 16:50:40 | 66.97 | 96% |
| 140 | 2011-08-19 17:32:41 | 52.92 | 97% |
| 110 | 2011-08-17 17:03:00 | 49.78 | 95% |