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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5794 | 2012-03-02 15:30:56 | 76.45 | 94% |
| 4730 | 2012-01-23 15:41:32 | 76.05 | 95% |
| 4683 | 2012-01-21 19:11:53 | 79.51 | 95% |
| 4414 | 2012-01-12 02:33:11 | 77.81 | 93% |
| 3950 | 2011-12-28 15:37:49 | 66.11 | 88% |
| 3624 | 2011-12-14 02:09:43 | 68.13 | 91% |
| 2923 | 2011-11-22 01:09:44 | 77.64 | 95% |
| 2834 | 2011-11-19 02:25:54 | 66.14 | 91% |
| 2157 | 2011-10-31 15:46:57 | 69.05 | 91% |
| 1706 | 2011-10-18 00:16:36 | 81.38 | 96% |
| 1424 | 2011-10-08 18:16:14 | 72.20 | 94% |
| 1311 | 2011-10-05 00:13:30 | 81.78 | 95% |
| 1228 | 2011-10-01 00:11:55 | 84.13 | 95% |
| 794 | 2011-09-13 02:09:07 | 68.11 | 91% |