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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2331 | 2012-03-22 19:50:48 | 101.50 | 94% |
| 2252 | 2012-03-22 10:02:01 | 113.48 | 100% |
| 2011 | 2012-03-18 09:53:31 | 102.81 | 96% |
| 1654 | 2012-03-12 20:24:06 | 93.25 | 94% |
| 1523 | 2012-03-11 14:54:13 | 110.46 | 100% |
| 1497 | 2012-03-10 16:01:04 | 105.91 | 100% |
| 1269 | 2012-03-07 22:23:46 | 91.42 | 91% |
| 707 | 2012-03-03 13:21:25 | 84.16 | 91% |
| 598 | 2012-03-01 21:50:38 | 92.38 | 97% |