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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1961 | 2011-08-10 15:35:37 | 108.23 | 99% |
| 1800 | 2011-07-07 10:13:31 | 93.58 | 89% |
| 1665 | 2010-09-19 13:34:44 | 98.76 | |
| 1550 | 2010-06-06 23:59:39 | 93.74 | |
| 1130 | 2009-10-21 00:27:40 | 120.41 | |
| 1065 | 2009-10-17 15:38:12 | 98.76 | |
| 690 | 2009-08-28 10:00:23 | 116.66 | |
| 534 | 2009-08-16 06:51:42 | 119.50 | |
| 512 | 2009-08-12 01:04:10 | 92.80 | |
| 335 | 2009-07-28 19:20:15 | 98.10 | |
| 134 | 2009-07-24 17:02:19 | 105.86 | |
| 60 | 2009-07-21 16:06:57 | 100.56 | |
| 56 | 2009-07-21 16:03:30 | 92.91 |