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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3067 | 2013-03-14 21:07:24 | 84.74 | 99% |
| 2596 | 2011-09-15 09:34:53 | 51.77 | 93% |
| 2111 | 2011-08-22 18:49:11 | 73.36 | 97% |
| 2066 | 2011-08-19 20:56:04 | 82.50 | 95% |
| 1993 | 2011-08-19 12:56:29 | 78.38 | 97% |
| 1983 | 2011-08-18 15:36:49 | 84.42 | 99% |
| 1437 | 2011-06-22 21:27:15 | 68.68 | 96% |
| 413 | 2011-05-20 17:08:27 | 64.60 | 97% |