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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1014 | 2011-12-12 14:57:55 | 111.83 | 98% |
| 776 | 2011-10-22 20:55:09 | 110.08 | 99% |
| 478 | 2011-09-16 20:03:11 | 104.13 | 97% |
| 435 | 2011-09-13 03:53:28 | 102.76 | 96% |
| 381 | 2011-09-12 01:00:59 | 115.78 | 99% |
| 336 | 2011-09-08 01:15:09 | 114.39 | 99% |
| 269 | 2011-09-03 02:44:47 | 112.26 | 99% |
| 251 | 2011-09-02 19:51:57 | 110.71 | 98% |
| 226 | 2011-09-01 08:18:10 | 101.88 | 97% |
| 132 | 2011-08-27 09:39:06 | 111.37 | 99% |