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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3075 | 2012-02-27 12:59:06 | 84.03 | 99% |
| 2896 | 2012-02-22 17:21:25 | 74.32 | 95% |
| 2409 | 2012-01-22 11:33:22 | 76.69 | 97% |
| 1402 | 2011-12-03 20:33:13 | 74.35 | 99% |
| 1242 | 2011-12-02 14:46:34 | 77.70 | 99% |
| 674 | 2011-11-04 17:10:25 | 65.18 | 97% |
| 108 | 2011-10-10 08:52:47 | 46.52 | 91% |