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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2517 | 2014-10-02 15:50:09 | 115.95 | 99% |
| 2388 | 2014-06-04 15:55:46 | 109.68 | 97% |
| 2297 | 2014-02-18 21:10:49 | 100.55 | 95% |
| 2202 | 2013-12-25 20:37:57 | 119.36 | 97% |
| 2068 | 2013-10-14 20:30:03 | 112.03 | 99% |
| 1789 | 2013-03-14 09:26:44 | 106.73 | 97% |
| 1733 | 2012-12-22 14:26:31 | 104.16 | 96% |
| 1688 | 2012-12-06 23:13:39 | 112.53 | 97% |
| 674 | 2011-06-21 22:46:03 | 112.04 | 98% |
| 314 | 2011-04-18 10:21:20 | 102.91 | |
| 130 | 2011-03-15 11:28:00 | 101.66 |