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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2715 | 2011-08-18 07:30:28 | 72.41 | 93% |
| 2372 | 2011-07-30 05:46:41 | 75.91 | 97% |
| 2049 | 2011-07-14 07:13:41 | 69.95 | 95% |
| 1987 | 2011-07-13 08:31:47 | 77.08 | 96% |
| 1608 | 2011-07-07 04:15:20 | 68.39 | 95% |
| 1087 | 2011-06-28 10:17:41 | 77.04 | 96% |
| 947 | 2011-06-23 03:21:48 | 67.81 | 97% |
| 647 | 2011-06-15 02:01:37 | 65.19 | 96% |
| 174 | 2011-06-02 05:47:17 | 64.80 | 95% |
| 173 | 2011-06-02 05:46:01 | 65.11 | 96% |
| 132 | 2011-06-02 02:18:34 | 52.45 | 93% |