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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2880 | 2014-06-07 03:18:11 | 85.36 | 95% |
| 2391 | 2013-08-17 16:12:01 | 78.49 | 94% |
| 1959 | 2012-04-27 03:20:48 | 73.95 | 92% |
| 1422 | 2012-03-13 08:10:19 | 86.69 | 96% |
| 1026 | 2012-02-08 15:54:22 | 89.31 | 98% |
| 412 | 2011-05-18 10:15:24 | 75.38 | 93% |
| 309 | 2011-05-03 05:40:27 | 73.80 | 96% |