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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3403 | 2013-06-28 11:00:42 | 112.59 | 98% |
| 3295 | 2013-06-03 13:48:35 | 97.89 | 96% |
| 3122 | 2013-04-25 14:07:21 | 91.17 | 94% |
| 2857 | 2013-02-27 08:50:45 | 87.64 | 94% |
| 2262 | 2012-08-29 13:10:22 | 82.58 | 92% |
| 1439 | 2012-05-21 09:28:22 | 66.01 | 91% |
| 1424 | 2012-05-21 06:21:55 | 66.28 | 91% |
| 484 | 2012-04-17 05:17:04 | 55.69 | 89% |
| 277 | 2012-04-09 11:39:24 | 51.22 | 91% |
| 265 | 2012-04-09 11:17:10 | 43.70 | 80% |