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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3635 | 2014-10-14 23:13:13 | 112.43 | 100% |
| 3527 | 2014-01-19 15:02:14 | 109.54 | 100% |
| 3080 | 2012-08-20 09:35:32 | 96.12 | 96% |
| 3074 | 2012-08-18 16:25:22 | 99.08 | 98% |
| 2642 | 2012-05-20 11:34:16 | 88.09 | 94% |
| 2478 | 2012-05-08 13:52:57 | 109.98 | 99% |
| 2088 | 2012-02-22 17:28:30 | 88.68 | 95% |
| 1309 | 2011-09-15 01:45:17 | 85.00 | 96% |
| 1021 | 2011-08-07 16:28:40 | 81.26 | 95% |
| 1007 | 2011-08-05 16:34:45 | 79.26 | 94% |
| 666 | 2011-03-27 13:20:22 | 54.35 | |
| 392 | 2011-03-08 23:44:22 | 36.36 |