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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1668 | 2012-10-04 18:15:41 | 120.21 | 100% |
| 1483 | 2012-09-26 18:10:38 | 102.67 | 96% |
| 1423 | 2012-09-21 17:44:17 | 110.16 | 100% |
| 1401 | 2012-09-21 17:05:44 | 107.57 | 98% |
| 942 | 2012-08-30 13:58:10 | 99.72 | 96% |
| 754 | 2012-08-15 14:32:44 | 108.88 | 99% |
| 740 | 2012-08-14 21:17:36 | 107.52 | 98% |
| 235 | 2012-07-29 18:02:28 | 98.28 | 96% |
| 112 | 2012-07-25 18:07:45 | 103.11 | 98% |