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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3009 | 2017-08-31 03:31:02 | 99.24 | 98% |
| 2327 | 2010-04-05 11:05:10 | 93.18 | |
| 2303 | 2010-04-04 16:24:48 | 90.28 | |
| 1292 | 2010-02-12 06:41:19 | 99.43 | |
| 1291 | 2010-02-12 06:40:32 | 87.51 | |
| 728 | 2010-01-27 10:28:47 | 72.62 | |
| 320 | 2010-01-21 08:36:41 | 97.65 |