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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3047 | 2015-01-04 19:08:48 | 96.60 | 91% |
| 2882 | 2015-01-03 21:26:59 | 106.75 | 96% |
| 2309 | 2014-12-26 08:54:05 | 84.30 | 90% |
| 2298 | 2014-12-26 08:42:39 | 105.59 | 97% |
| 1554 | 2010-07-25 17:14:57 | 87.36 | |
| 1198 | 2010-06-24 04:38:34 | 94.65 | |
| 750 | 2010-05-09 01:56:31 | 88.55 | |
| 666 | 2010-05-05 01:15:31 | 87.80 | |
| 547 | 2010-05-01 04:32:09 | 92.48 | |
| 464 | 2010-04-24 05:19:25 | 78.90 | |
| 107 | 2010-04-03 04:04:24 | 77.45 |