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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2229 | 2015-02-25 06:35:46 | 123.62 | 93% |
| 2213 | 2015-02-25 06:20:23 | 132.73 | 93% |
| 1847 | 2011-05-22 10:17:18 | 129.12 | 95% |
| 1577 | 2011-03-12 23:35:01 | 124.13 | |
| 1564 | 2011-03-12 20:26:16 | 130.07 | |
| 1438 | 2010-06-23 16:40:32 | 125.29 | |
| 728 | 2009-01-07 18:56:10 | 136.25 |