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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2567 | 2012-04-14 22:17:42 | 87.27 | 92% |
| 2437 | 2012-03-30 08:47:24 | 92.40 | 95% |
| 1988 | 2012-02-19 05:09:48 | 83.79 | 92% |
| 1654 | 2012-01-24 20:19:21 | 84.52 | 91% |
| 1128 | 2011-05-14 21:23:15 | 80.43 | 90% |
| 930 | 2011-05-08 06:09:54 | 71.25 | 95% |
| 543 | 2011-03-14 19:40:06 | 76.84 | |
| 164 | 2011-02-10 04:14:38 | 77.04 |