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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1433 | 2013-01-13 01:11:57 | 152.04 | 99% |
| 1396 | 2013-01-10 15:53:48 | 128.61 | 95% |
| 1316 | 2013-01-05 22:23:59 | 141.23 | 96% |
| 1232 | 2013-01-03 00:32:28 | 135.71 | 96% |
| 1190 | 2013-01-02 21:21:39 | 138.24 | 96% |
| 1110 | 2012-08-22 16:29:35 | 141.33 | 98% |
| 1074 | 2012-04-27 22:40:41 | 134.13 | 97% |
| 993 | 2012-03-10 21:49:16 | 129.53 | 96% |
| 991 | 2012-03-10 21:44:27 | 145.13 | 97% |
| 807 | 2012-02-13 05:07:13 | 137.10 | 98% |
| 763 | 2012-02-12 21:21:53 | 132.92 | 96% |
| 177 | 2011-09-24 16:03:53 | 116.10 | 95% |