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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2619 | 2013-08-02 20:15:46 | 122.98 | 99% |
| 2231 | 2009-08-07 20:25:46 | 123.77 | |
| 1525 | 2009-04-30 11:29:57 | 119.35 | |
| 1360 | 2009-04-18 01:03:15 | 116.37 | |
| 1163 | 2009-04-06 22:49:34 | 113.74 | |
| 725 | 2009-03-20 00:42:34 | 113.21 | |
| 589 | 2009-03-09 21:42:56 | 104.34 | |
| 418 | 2009-02-28 16:11:01 | 116.09 | |
| 215 | 2009-02-19 01:18:46 | 111.73 | |
| 99 | 2009-02-14 14:52:00 | 110.38 |