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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2453 | 2011-07-31 21:55:45 | 136.03 | 88% |
| 2440 | 2011-07-31 21:44:36 | 152.87 | 96% |
| 2429 | 2011-07-31 19:39:33 | 150.49 | 95% |
| 2291 | 2011-07-29 23:39:56 | 144.33 | 100% |
| 2055 | 2011-07-27 14:18:17 | 139.50 | 95% |
| 2026 | 2011-07-26 15:49:51 | 136.24 | 93% |
| 1922 | 2011-07-25 04:27:59 | 142.01 | 95% |
| 1912 | 2011-07-25 01:07:31 | 150.50 | 93% |
| 1710 | 2011-07-23 18:32:26 | 144.90 | 91% |
| 1417 | 2011-07-19 22:49:24 | 142.20 | 93% |
| 1068 | 2011-07-15 05:32:38 | 134.89 | 92% |
| 595 | 2011-07-03 20:00:10 | 125.36 | 92% |
| 422 | 2011-06-30 20:59:37 | 131.64 | 95% |
| 102 | 2011-05-26 19:37:25 | 131.06 | 95% |