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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4246 | 2017-08-23 02:45:38 | 94.75 | 98% |
| 3724 | 2017-04-14 13:50:30 | 95.95 | 94% |
| 2466 | 2017-02-26 00:29:35 | 98.84 | 95% |
| 2047 | 2017-02-03 14:37:05 | 97.21 | 97% |
| 925 | 2016-10-26 00:11:55 | 100.22 | 97% |