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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3453 | 2013-04-03 18:52:04 | 71.88 | 93% |
| 2894 | 2012-12-17 19:18:14 | 80.55 | 99% |
| 2823 | 2012-12-13 21:55:13 | 80.85 | 97% |
| 2077 | 2012-11-06 18:52:13 | 76.25 | 97% |
| 1907 | 2012-10-24 02:44:58 | 72.56 | 96% |
| 1725 | 2012-10-19 16:10:18 | 71.24 | 97% |
| 1501 | 2012-10-16 18:30:56 | 70.37 | 98% |
| 1234 | 2012-04-19 17:29:57 | 65.88 | 97% |
| 422 | 2010-04-24 19:38:12 | 61.58 |