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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1655 | 2014-03-20 00:03:54 | 78.55 | 97% |
| 1404 | 2011-02-25 04:32:19 | 82.46 | |
| 1081 | 2011-02-12 14:54:45 | 73.14 | |
| 742 | 2009-08-11 06:21:25 | 70.03 | |
| 706 | 2009-08-11 05:09:56 | 66.15 | |
| 607 | 2009-06-15 04:20:07 | 74.67 | |
| 548 | 2009-06-05 05:57:12 | 73.65 | |
| 544 | 2009-06-05 05:51:49 | 68.67 | |
| 505 | 2009-06-04 03:36:43 | 63.78 |