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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5032 | 2013-05-31 03:56:08 | 72.21 | 97% |
| 4050 | 2013-02-19 14:45:56 | 67.91 | 94% |
| 3651 | 2013-01-22 13:32:10 | 61.69 | 94% |
| 3210 | 2012-12-30 12:54:10 | 58.48 | 90% |
| 2907 | 2012-12-21 08:34:45 | 55.03 | 90% |
| 2683 | 2012-12-14 19:40:49 | 61.28 | 97% |
| 2073 | 2012-11-21 03:35:25 | 52.95 | 94% |
| 982 | 2012-10-20 15:10:58 | 39.55 | 91% |