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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2912 | 2017-04-17 21:02:18 | 93.56 | 94% |
| 2771 | 2017-01-31 05:05:46 | 84.84 | 93% |
| 2262 | 2013-05-09 22:08:34 | 94.79 | 95% |
| 2215 | 2013-04-23 02:36:29 | 85.72 | 93% |
| 2003 | 2013-04-05 01:25:06 | 81.04 | 89% |
| 1600 | 2013-02-16 14:19:53 | 85.58 | 95% |
| 1254 | 2012-12-02 09:50:25 | 81.56 | 93% |
| 1077 | 2012-10-31 09:19:01 | 82.58 | 95% |
| 779 | 2010-12-05 02:41:07 | 92.77 | |
| 646 | 2010-12-02 01:32:52 | 81.96 | |
| 384 | 2010-11-17 15:45:34 | 82.87 | |
| 248 | 2010-11-10 04:06:11 | 82.22 | |
| 222 | 2010-11-09 01:16:02 | 83.46 | |
| 3 | 2010-10-25 04:33:32 | 80.68 |