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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5400 | 2013-11-20 10:44:26 | 76.95 | 97% |
| 4773 | 2012-03-10 18:38:24 | 71.37 | 97% |
| 4252 | 2012-02-06 17:51:15 | 65.15 | 93% |
| 3664 | 2012-01-16 00:17:19 | 68.53 | 95% |
| 3460 | 2012-01-11 22:07:59 | 54.24 | 91% |
| 2985 | 2012-01-06 22:36:18 | 67.83 | 96% |
| 2856 | 2012-01-02 09:10:36 | 63.34 | 97% |
| 2733 | 2011-12-29 00:04:08 | 65.55 | 96% |
| 2308 | 2011-12-16 17:23:10 | 55.48 | 93% |
| 1226 | 2011-11-18 17:42:34 | 54.66 | 99% |
| 1114 | 2011-11-16 23:07:46 | 51.44 | 97% |
| 729 | 2011-11-07 04:24:20 | 48.67 | 96% |