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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3917 | 2014-06-21 15:59:43 | 63.27 | 94% |
| 3158 | 2011-02-26 17:03:29 | 69.74 | |
| 2276 | 2010-05-07 00:23:00 | 68.41 | |
| 1821 | 2010-04-01 12:20:42 | 68.37 | |
| 1712 | 2010-03-30 11:41:22 | 56.52 | |
| 1231 | 2010-03-05 19:16:40 | 54.15 | |
| 673 | 2010-02-04 14:57:04 | 46.58 |