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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3683 | 2018-06-21 05:50:13 | 81.92 | 100% |
| 2838 | 2011-05-30 08:18:40 | 62.98 | 94% |
| 1961 | 2011-01-31 17:31:04 | 60.58 | |
| 1845 | 2011-01-28 14:35:31 | 51.87 | |
| 1839 | 2011-01-28 14:25:59 | 58.26 | |
| 1410 | 2011-01-19 07:06:27 | 47.63 | |
| 72 | 2010-12-04 19:18:40 | 36.96 |