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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1629 | 2011-11-18 18:00:36 | 76.82 | 99% |
| 1559 | 2011-10-25 14:17:11 | 74.48 | 97% |
| 1481 | 2011-10-14 17:24:11 | 66.97 | 95% |
| 1313 | 2011-09-24 15:50:21 | 68.43 | 93% |
| 1182 | 2011-09-17 15:22:07 | 78.04 | 99% |
| 954 | 2011-09-04 01:10:53 | 75.06 | 99% |
| 478 | 2011-08-07 04:46:10 | 62.94 | 99% |
| 167 | 2011-07-23 00:21:13 | 56.51 | 100% |
| 80 | 2011-07-19 19:46:32 | 54.54 | 96% |