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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2150 | 2014-02-28 15:59:06 | 60.80 | 87% |
| 1425 | 2009-10-06 15:32:38 | 62.68 | |
| 1411 | 2009-10-06 14:44:35 | 57.70 | |
| 1076 | 2009-07-23 13:52:33 | 66.56 | |
| 995 | 2009-07-21 12:38:51 | 57.48 | |
| 904 | 2009-07-19 07:03:40 | 51.31 | |
| 712 | 2009-07-13 10:35:54 | 61.23 | |
| 654 | 2009-07-12 02:50:55 | 54.50 | |
| 206 | 2009-06-28 10:16:50 | 54.21 | |
| 174 | 2009-06-24 13:41:14 | 48.30 |