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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1472 | 2016-02-04 23:58:37 | 80.16 | 93% |
| 963 | 2015-11-19 04:24:49 | 96.21 | 100% |
| 663 | 2015-11-11 21:05:23 | 86.20 | 97% |
| 623 | 2015-11-11 06:31:12 | 84.14 | 95% |
| 305 | 2015-11-02 07:57:16 | 74.43 | 94% |
| 179 | 2015-10-30 21:26:28 | 70.85 | 95% |