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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1871 | 2014-11-07 21:56:24 | 77.42 | 91% |
| 1534 | 2013-03-22 02:06:06 | 91.96 | 97% |
| 1268 | 2012-11-07 22:43:52 | 81.30 | 94% |
| 1162 | 2012-10-12 21:38:14 | 76.46 | 91% |
| 619 | 2012-03-14 15:29:07 | 61.21 | 91% |
| 519 | 2011-11-25 02:20:16 | 67.90 | 94% |
| 330 | 2011-05-11 21:38:33 | 59.89 | 92% |