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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2598 | 2017-04-19 19:51:29 | 92.24 | 98% |
| 2477 | 2017-03-26 09:25:58 | 91.62 | 99% |
| 1475 | 2016-12-18 17:38:38 | 84.89 | 99% |
| 911 | 2016-10-16 20:16:34 | 64.80 | 97% |
| 886 | 2014-03-29 14:39:05 | 81.00 | 99% |
| 775 | 2010-04-30 06:42:11 | 70.98 | |
| 635 | 2009-10-05 08:12:56 | 76.16 | |
| 240 | 2009-09-22 15:51:11 | 78.40 |