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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3640 | 2012-10-11 00:20:58 | 114.40 | 93% |
| 3272 | 2012-09-17 05:41:46 | 115.22 | 97% |
| 2791 | 2012-09-14 18:29:11 | 109.90 | 95% |
| 2228 | 2012-09-11 20:57:45 | 121.16 | 98% |
| 1938 | 2012-09-10 21:08:06 | 123.60 | 99% |
| 1473 | 2012-09-02 16:50:52 | 104.30 | 96% |
| 930 | 2012-08-25 17:11:13 | 107.57 | 96% |
| 636 | 2012-07-13 04:11:58 | 110.53 | 97% |
| 602 | 2012-07-12 22:03:10 | 84.50 | 95% |
| 217 | 2012-06-28 04:48:10 | 85.83 | 93% |
| 146 | 2012-06-27 23:15:38 | 86.17 | 97% |