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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3140 | 2012-07-03 21:50:39 | 79.01 | 97% |
| 2856 | 2011-05-06 18:01:25 | 73.42 | 95% |
| 2726 | 2011-04-11 04:13:42 | 72.93 | |
| 2319 | 2011-02-10 02:04:17 | 73.05 | |
| 2114 | 2011-01-07 03:50:17 | 80.56 | |
| 2021 | 2011-01-05 19:00:02 | 72.73 | |
| 2015 | 2011-01-05 18:51:34 | 67.75 | |
| 1997 | 2011-01-04 23:59:47 | 63.52 | |
| 1966 | 2010-12-26 20:22:26 | 69.73 | |
| 1872 | 2010-12-20 19:35:46 | 60.71 | |
| 1453 | 2010-10-06 04:33:36 | 65.90 | |
| 546 | 2010-07-02 02:12:33 | 48.63 |