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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2405 | 2014-08-18 10:16:29 | 71.56 | 98% |
| 2373 | 2014-08-17 16:14:12 | 61.99 | 95% |
| 2024 | 2014-03-16 01:00:29 | 64.26 | 95% |
| 1352 | 2010-10-09 13:09:36 | 66.98 | |
| 1164 | 2010-09-16 19:17:12 | 68.29 | |
| 637 | 2010-07-14 13:38:02 | 67.54 | |
| 598 | 2010-07-13 07:50:40 | 56.86 | |
| 120 | 2010-06-23 20:53:04 | 62.71 | |
| 66 | 2010-06-23 01:18:32 | 63.73 |