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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2835 | 2013-09-27 07:37:09 | 84.09 | 90% |
| 2190 | 2012-11-12 14:56:07 | 75.89 | 92% |
| 1592 | 2012-07-05 13:01:30 | 73.05 | 90% |
| 986 | 2011-12-23 19:45:52 | 66.54 | 88% |
| 587 | 2010-11-26 04:16:28 | 54.79 |