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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2985 | 2013-01-02 21:15:46 | 110.77 | 97% |
| 2956 | 2012-10-10 08:15:08 | 122.42 | 98% |
| 2729 | 2012-04-07 16:22:03 | 110.10 | 97% |
| 2451 | 2011-11-05 12:20:20 | 113.77 | 99% |
| 2237 | 2010-12-20 16:10:37 | 102.92 | |
| 1933 | 2010-05-09 23:31:55 | 87.31 | |
| 497 | 2009-12-10 13:22:47 | 78.74 |