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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3621 | 2014-09-15 21:36:42 | 109.77 | 99% |
| 3250 | 2012-02-19 20:12:51 | 105.00 | 96% |
| 2883 | 2010-12-19 19:53:57 | 92.04 | |
| 2199 | 2010-09-26 01:49:22 | 91.03 | |
| 1037 | 2009-10-26 05:30:53 | 67.93 | |
| 980 | 2009-10-23 02:30:03 | 85.05 |