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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4348 | 2012-12-06 23:13:37 | 118.72 | 98% |
| 4234 | 2012-07-26 05:47:10 | 114.76 | 97% |
| 3987 | 2012-05-11 02:15:15 | 107.39 | 93% |
| 3810 | 2012-05-02 16:45:23 | 110.70 | 97% |
| 3610 | 2012-04-20 02:39:26 | 105.84 | 94% |
| 1513 | 2012-02-28 04:52:26 | 89.00 | 95% |
| 1092 | 2010-07-29 06:49:11 | 95.30 | |
| 1088 | 2010-07-29 06:45:04 | 101.15 | |
| 831 | 2010-07-14 04:57:14 | 101.78 | |
| 827 | 2010-07-14 04:49:32 | 85.68 | |
| 366 | 2010-07-02 07:05:22 | 94.67 | |
| 341 | 2010-06-29 23:16:48 | 90.95 |