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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2185 | 2017-01-04 04:01:03 | 122.02 | 97% |
| 1386 | 2016-11-15 00:10:52 | 106.63 | 95% |
| 539 | 2009-12-23 08:51:46 | 112.92 | |
| 257 | 2009-11-13 15:18:37 | 97.79 | |
| 148 | 2009-11-06 06:55:59 | 105.82 | |
| 115 | 2009-11-04 06:08:51 | 94.42 |