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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3309 | 2020-04-14 09:05:09 | 118.02 | 99% |
| 2034 | 2013-11-17 09:32:29 | 95.10 | 90% |
| 1363 | 2012-11-12 11:24:56 | 75.93 | 87% |
| 1159 | 2012-09-20 06:52:19 | 93.47 | 92% |
| 537 | 2012-04-17 16:59:00 | 87.64 | 94% |
| 505 | 2012-04-13 14:58:53 | 83.96 | 92% |