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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2877 | 2014-07-25 02:44:56 | 73.84 | 94% |
| 2571 | 2014-07-03 11:14:07 | 80.02 | 99% |
| 2348 | 2013-04-20 16:18:35 | 70.36 | 96% |
| 2171 | 2013-04-16 14:30:53 | 68.29 | 91% |
| 1982 | 2013-04-05 13:06:11 | 68.13 | 95% |
| 1799 | 2013-04-02 15:12:38 | 73.24 | 96% |
| 1156 | 2013-03-05 05:00:15 | 74.04 | 95% |
| 843 | 2012-12-28 13:41:29 | 70.27 | 91% |
| 681 | 2012-12-12 04:45:11 | 73.04 | 96% |
| 513 | 2011-12-18 07:24:42 | 69.06 | 97% |
| 409 | 2011-12-16 09:05:23 | 59.90 | 94% |