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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3037 | 2017-06-09 21:12:41 | 109.28 | 98% |
| 2270 | 2011-08-12 23:50:05 | 104.40 | 93% |
| 2244 | 2011-08-07 10:08:01 | 94.64 | 89% |
| 2195 | 2011-07-22 10:38:24 | 107.96 | 95% |
| 2076 | 2011-01-25 03:55:55 | 120.56 | |
| 1936 | 2010-11-15 05:08:19 | 113.57 | |
| 1690 | 2010-09-20 06:57:49 | 99.15 | |
| 1007 | 2010-09-01 07:52:27 | 92.18 | |
| 862 | 2010-08-23 02:37:07 | 88.60 | |
| 832 | 2010-08-23 01:58:06 | 113.17 | |
| 159 | 2010-01-08 12:16:09 | 95.85 | |
| 100 | 2009-12-07 12:12:47 | 98.89 |