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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2706 | 2013-05-08 01:51:03 | 88.63 | 95% |
| 2349 | 2013-04-17 02:41:58 | 88.64 | 96% |
| 2062 | 2013-02-18 10:56:34 | 85.23 | 99% |
| 2020 | 2013-02-17 22:18:25 | 82.30 | 95% |
| 1999 | 2013-02-17 20:20:37 | 89.71 | 98% |
| 1973 | 2013-02-16 14:19:49 | 94.00 | 99% |
| 1439 | 2012-11-17 15:13:05 | 75.39 | 96% |
| 1421 | 2012-11-16 19:33:10 | 77.87 | 98% |
| 922 | 2012-10-17 18:41:43 | 66.37 | 95% |
| 741 | 2012-10-14 02:59:00 | 61.48 | 95% |
| 634 | 2012-10-07 14:33:57 | 74.10 | 99% |
| 409 | 2012-09-05 02:18:50 | 56.98 | 96% |
| 244 | 2012-09-01 14:52:03 | 54.67 | 97% |
| 15 | 2012-08-11 19:39:53 | 49.59 | 93% |