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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2274 | 2012-12-19 03:26:36 | 64.53 | 95% |
| 1921 | 2012-09-19 09:36:21 | 77.13 | 92% |
| 1645 | 2012-08-20 02:18:58 | 60.59 | 84% |
| 1633 | 2012-08-17 10:02:01 | 63.87 | 90% |
| 1605 | 2012-08-17 07:51:45 | 69.69 | 91% |
| 1582 | 2012-08-17 03:38:44 | 72.76 | 94% |
| 1487 | 2012-08-13 02:18:11 | 72.58 | 90% |
| 1030 | 2012-08-01 03:28:08 | 60.87 | 86% |
| 901 | 2012-07-27 09:55:05 | 59.99 | 86% |
| 718 | 2012-07-20 04:42:40 | 66.74 | 90% |
| 594 | 2012-07-13 11:14:45 | 60.15 | 86% |
| 290 | 2012-07-02 09:23:02 | 70.62 | 92% |
| 171 | 2012-06-26 05:40:13 | 69.03 | 89% |
| 48 | 2012-06-13 10:06:24 | 63.47 | 91% |