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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3499 | 2013-08-24 19:34:10 | 104.37 | 95% |
| 3386 | 2012-11-18 16:06:46 | 89.27 | 89% |
| 3058 | 2012-05-11 10:32:45 | 98.99 | 94% |
| 2938 | 2011-12-29 15:15:20 | 87.56 | 92% |
| 2689 | 2010-09-08 09:56:17 | 72.84 | |
| 2534 | 2010-08-25 23:02:56 | 83.26 | |
| 2485 | 2010-08-15 22:50:11 | 100.29 | |
| 1824 | 2010-05-16 14:09:43 | 89.03 | |
| 1455 | 2010-04-28 12:26:18 | 88.04 | |
| 1395 | 2010-04-23 20:03:04 | 79.43 | |
| 1245 | 2010-04-09 17:36:48 | 87.35 | |
| 88 | 2009-11-22 22:27:48 | 88.70 | |
| 57 | 2009-11-18 21:12:24 | 74.23 |