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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4246 | 2015-09-14 15:30:06 | 77.58 | 96% |
| 4021 | 2013-09-21 02:59:33 | 69.99 | 97% |
| 3147 | 2011-02-24 22:33:33 | 51.68 | |
| 3087 | 2011-02-24 04:56:08 | 69.07 | |
| 1644 | 2010-06-03 17:47:16 | 66.99 | |
| 874 | 2009-05-10 13:21:35 | 51.62 | |
| 570 | 2009-04-23 20:59:29 | 56.65 | |
| 381 | 2009-04-18 19:01:05 | 58.25 | |
| 81 | 2009-04-12 13:40:53 | 49.74 | |
| 20 | 2009-04-11 19:21:36 | 55.79 |