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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3038 | 2014-05-27 16:22:29 | 76.45 | 97% |
| 2937 | 2014-05-25 01:24:36 | 79.08 | 99% |
| 2673 | 2012-03-02 20:08:26 | 67.17 | 94% |
| 1718 | 2011-03-28 13:45:48 | 69.94 | |
| 902 | 2010-10-05 02:11:37 | 64.83 | |
| 614 | 2010-09-27 02:22:43 | 62.82 | |
| 554 | 2010-09-26 01:23:39 | 63.08 | |
| 506 | 2010-09-25 23:44:14 | 57.20 | |
| 453 | 2010-09-22 01:52:05 | 59.70 | |
| 204 | 2010-09-11 23:25:22 | 64.50 | |
| 196 | 2010-09-11 23:16:02 | 48.46 |