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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2996 | 2015-10-11 10:36:12 | 91.92 | 99% |
| 2958 | 2015-09-25 15:44:26 | 80.92 | 94% |
| 2209 | 2012-05-14 02:51:25 | 77.81 | 95% |
| 2034 | 2012-04-27 05:58:55 | 77.31 | 94% |
| 909 | 2012-01-26 10:13:08 | 73.13 | 97% |
| 314 | 2011-10-11 07:37:59 | 52.11 | 93% |
| 223 | 2011-10-06 06:55:28 | 48.66 | 89% |
| 147 | 2011-09-28 13:39:14 | 48.11 | 94% |
| 144 | 2011-09-27 13:06:41 | 47.73 | 90% |