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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2265 | 2013-04-12 01:16:08 | 91.46 | 95% |
| 2129 | 2012-01-25 04:32:14 | 81.61 | 90% |
| 1755 | 2011-11-01 00:40:03 | 78.92 | 91% |
| 1640 | 2011-10-13 02:29:23 | 77.16 | 92% |
| 1192 | 2011-09-09 03:26:09 | 77.16 | 92% |
| 1154 | 2011-08-29 17:24:41 | 73.41 | 91% |
| 1115 | 2011-08-23 18:09:07 | 65.61 | 88% |
| 494 | 2010-09-17 22:53:49 | 68.20 | |
| 83 | 2010-07-28 03:23:58 | 61.23 |