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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1627 | 2014-02-04 08:36:25 | 95.19 | 96% |
| 1425 | 2012-06-19 05:18:01 | 83.80 | 97% |
| 1355 | 2012-03-20 09:51:33 | 84.58 | 96% |
| 1008 | 2011-09-22 05:44:56 | 97.61 | 99% |
| 694 | 2011-07-13 08:57:26 | 86.19 | 94% |
| 546 | 2010-12-20 10:29:44 | 91.34 |