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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3131 | 2011-09-14 14:52:06 | 92.54 | 93% |
| 2598 | 2011-07-16 16:48:46 | 103.81 | 100% |
| 2511 | 2011-07-14 15:45:45 | 87.03 | 92% |
| 2413 | 2011-06-22 10:32:25 | 97.59 | 98% |
| 2406 | 2011-06-20 10:21:15 | 96.73 | 98% |
| 2333 | 2011-05-16 15:19:05 | 84.50 | 96% |
| 1853 | 2010-05-31 12:13:27 | 101.33 | |
| 980 | 2009-06-25 09:04:32 | 90.72 | |
| 965 | 2009-06-22 08:02:43 | 84.15 | |
| 618 | 2009-05-14 11:28:34 | 87.75 | |
| 361 | 2009-04-03 10:24:47 | 82.16 |