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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3033 | 2017-02-05 01:52:27 | 117.53 | 98% |
| 2724 | 2012-10-27 09:11:54 | 133.46 | 96% |
| 2360 | 2012-05-18 07:16:34 | 132.74 | 98% |
| 2279 | 2012-04-29 16:08:48 | 104.49 | 94% |
| 2276 | 2012-04-24 11:59:20 | 122.39 | 94% |
| 2188 | 2011-08-02 12:10:02 | 133.54 | 97% |
| 1824 | 2011-04-03 08:31:49 | 103.83 | |
| 1659 | 2011-03-27 12:31:22 | 110.00 | |
| 1238 | 2011-03-15 09:08:35 | 115.39 | |
| 1084 | 2011-03-12 07:39:19 | 112.19 | |
| 551 | 2011-02-07 11:04:39 | 107.79 |