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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2789 | 2013-06-26 16:10:24 | 118.78 | 96% |
| 2680 | 2012-09-11 08:28:45 | 94.29 | 89% |
| 1992 | 2011-05-14 10:12:58 | 106.03 | 97% |
| 1905 | 2011-05-10 14:00:54 | 98.83 | 91% |
| 1447 | 2011-03-15 03:31:52 | 95.25 | |
| 1132 | 2011-02-10 09:02:03 | 99.22 | |
| 833 | 2011-01-26 15:20:32 | 93.42 | |
| 559 | 2011-01-12 23:32:44 | 90.03 | |
| 517 | 2011-01-08 11:45:14 | 98.68 | |
| 287 | 2009-11-12 13:11:40 | 83.38 | |
| 149 | 2009-04-09 04:42:46 | 73.56 | |
| 141 | 2009-04-08 04:08:43 | 71.51 |