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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2284 | 2014-02-21 06:07:42 | 81.70 | 97% |
| 1971 | 2013-02-14 11:31:47 | 83.97 | 100% |
| 1716 | 2012-08-26 23:25:16 | 70.03 | 98% |
| 781 | 2010-04-07 09:06:02 | 57.06 | |
| 525 | 2010-01-27 08:07:43 | 52.78 | |
| 439 | 2010-01-26 05:23:58 | 42.65 | |
| 408 | 2010-01-25 10:16:55 | 52.93 | |
| 21 | 2009-11-21 10:06:43 | 47.96 |