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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2472 | 2011-08-01 04:07:11 | 147.55 | 99% |
| 2403 | 2011-07-31 00:57:09 | 133.20 | 95% |
| 2352 | 2011-07-30 05:38:46 | 154.98 | 93% |
| 2137 | 2011-07-29 12:58:59 | 151.31 | 100% |
| 1387 | 2011-07-24 07:30:28 | 146.28 | 96% |
| 1309 | 2011-07-24 01:53:25 | 150.83 | 97% |
| 526 | 2011-07-21 04:41:12 | 141.08 | 97% |
| 66 | 2011-07-19 22:49:25 | 136.08 | 95% |