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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1208 | 2011-12-26 09:26:39 | 102.35 | 96% |
| 1160 | 2011-07-14 20:51:14 | 96.28 | 97% |
| 755 | 2011-03-22 20:26:55 | 89.26 | |
| 703 | 2011-03-17 22:06:12 | 92.66 | |
| 683 | 2011-03-16 20:36:44 | 99.44 | |
| 623 | 2011-03-13 14:18:44 | 88.40 | |
| 506 | 2011-03-05 16:52:13 | 95.89 | |
| 445 | 2011-03-03 14:18:51 | 87.49 | |
| 436 | 2011-02-26 20:00:01 | 95.87 | |
| 431 | 2011-02-26 19:50:36 | 84.15 | |
| 316 | 2011-02-12 17:00:10 | 83.72 |