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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3845 | 2012-06-11 23:22:59 | 71.14 | 95% |
| 3380 | 2012-04-08 19:45:45 | 85.68 | 97% |
| 3142 | 2012-03-21 23:40:11 | 85.18 | 97% |
| 3127 | 2012-03-21 23:17:19 | 87.02 | 99% |
| 3099 | 2012-03-21 18:42:43 | 71.39 | 96% |
| 2767 | 2012-01-20 16:39:21 | 84.16 | 97% |
| 2377 | 2012-01-08 11:07:29 | 80.67 | 98% |
| 1822 | 2011-12-30 21:28:46 | 86.70 | 98% |
| 1795 | 2011-12-30 14:51:01 | 76.85 | 98% |
| 1793 | 2011-12-30 14:48:57 | 75.31 | 95% |
| 1674 | 2011-12-29 15:39:32 | 76.70 | 95% |
| 959 | 2011-12-09 21:52:46 | 77.17 | 96% |
| 314 | 2011-10-13 20:22:18 | 75.20 | 97% |
| 266 | 2011-10-13 13:18:25 | 74.55 | 94% |
| 223 | 2011-10-12 18:24:47 | 72.00 | 96% |