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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1701 | 2012-05-10 12:00:25 | 75.32 | 98% |
| 1026 | 2009-06-09 12:10:03 | 72.44 | |
| 886 | 2009-06-03 11:03:31 | 72.26 | |
| 710 | 2009-05-25 16:43:09 | 75.16 | |
| 597 | 2009-05-20 08:41:18 | 77.05 | |
| 402 | 2009-05-09 13:57:48 | 59.71 | |
| 295 | 2009-01-30 13:49:39 | 72.23 | |
| 286 | 2009-01-29 14:17:06 | 72.61 | |
| 256 | 2009-01-25 11:09:38 | 65.78 | |
| 229 | 2009-01-11 08:50:37 | 57.85 |