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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2167 | 2014-09-14 02:38:58 | 123.43 | 95% |
| 2065 | 2014-03-11 02:00:46 | 128.00 | 95% |
| 1618 | 2011-11-16 05:32:07 | 111.55 | 95% |
| 1399 | 2011-05-31 03:10:25 | 106.83 | 95% |
| 1305 | 2011-05-17 20:51:04 | 113.73 | 96% |
| 988 | 2011-04-06 22:42:11 | 104.52 | |
| 960 | 2011-04-05 22:39:46 | 96.92 | 92% |
| 937 | 2011-04-04 18:34:18 | 98.69 | |
| 751 | 2011-03-22 05:09:47 | 96.06 | |
| 700 | 2011-03-20 16:55:12 | 93.18 | |
| 667 | 2011-03-19 01:12:01 | 104.97 |