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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2418 | 2014-04-28 16:05:04 | 112.40 | 97% |
| 1639 | 2011-05-12 22:46:46 | 110.65 | 93% |
| 1614 | 2011-05-09 05:33:25 | 111.48 | 95% |
| 1198 | 2010-07-01 20:25:33 | 113.56 | |
| 975 | 2010-06-16 17:24:19 | 117.12 | |
| 874 | 2010-06-09 23:01:32 | 124.70 | |
| 805 | 2010-06-07 20:27:54 | 123.96 | |
| 781 | 2010-06-07 15:27:56 | 123.95 | |
| 361 | 2010-05-27 22:37:21 | 116.50 | |
| 172 | 2010-05-24 22:19:49 | 106.70 | |
| 140 | 2010-05-24 19:13:30 | 115.06 |