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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3305 | 2011-06-17 03:33:02 | 68.91 | 95% |
| 2911 | 2011-06-14 18:21:50 | 62.64 | 95% |
| 2496 | 2011-06-09 02:18:40 | 71.35 | 95% |
| 2132 | 2011-06-05 04:07:53 | 57.28 | 94% |
| 2120 | 2011-06-05 03:52:27 | 70.83 | 98% |
| 1640 | 2011-06-02 06:50:28 | 69.66 | 98% |
| 1593 | 2011-06-02 05:47:14 | 68.47 | 97% |
| 1592 | 2011-06-02 05:46:11 | 53.58 | 91% |
| 1574 | 2011-06-01 21:28:39 | 61.82 | 92% |
| 1473 | 2011-05-31 19:28:40 | 66.37 | 96% |
| 1154 | 2011-05-31 01:31:32 | 77.99 | 99% |
| 1055 | 2011-05-30 02:22:49 | 69.04 | 97% |
| 1001 | 2011-05-30 00:30:40 | 64.58 | 95% |
| 785 | 2011-05-26 16:33:15 | 56.14 | 91% |
| 512 | 2011-05-24 23:00:38 | 68.61 | 96% |
| 64 | 2011-05-13 07:49:34 | 45.73 | 90% |