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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2297 | 2013-06-16 12:52:43 | 82.62 | 96% |
| 1997 | 2012-09-05 06:31:42 | 87.99 | 95% |
| 1842 | 2012-08-26 01:33:29 | 88.81 | 96% |
| 786 | 2012-02-23 01:42:51 | 87.00 | 97% |
| 672 | 2012-02-21 11:53:42 | 79.28 | 92% |
| 539 | 2012-02-20 09:52:50 | 83.14 | 92% |
| 10 | 2010-10-13 07:00:14 | 87.91 |