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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2880 | 2014-07-09 18:10:03 | 74.36 | 94% |
| 2652 | 2013-11-14 13:22:45 | 88.19 | 97% |
| 2466 | 2012-01-19 03:51:53 | 93.04 | 94% |
| 2034 | 2011-07-11 11:59:11 | 82.21 | 95% |
| 1910 | 2011-07-07 07:52:44 | 78.43 | 94% |
| 1894 | 2011-07-06 16:01:24 | 81.05 | 97% |
| 1784 | 2011-07-06 13:39:43 | 79.62 | 96% |
| 1686 | 2011-07-01 15:55:47 | 83.98 | 95% |
| 1579 | 2011-06-28 17:42:40 | 90.23 | 95% |
| 1316 | 2011-05-28 17:59:46 | 75.18 | 93% |
| 867 | 2011-04-26 07:18:00 | 64.18 | |
| 463 | 2010-12-01 06:24:22 | 67.40 | |
| 291 | 2010-11-29 00:50:01 | 75.86 |