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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4946 | 2012-06-29 09:03:19 | 75.55 | 97% |
| 4434 | 2012-02-22 09:14:14 | 72.35 | 94% |
| 4249 | 2012-01-18 00:28:40 | 69.70 | 95% |
| 3389 | 2011-07-14 07:48:54 | 72.84 | 95% |
| 2880 | 2011-04-03 05:34:07 | 64.57 | |
| 2605 | 2011-03-14 14:07:11 | 60.41 | |
| 2150 | 2011-01-30 12:12:21 | 67.55 | |
| 1887 | 2011-01-17 13:40:05 | 63.77 | |
| 908 | 2010-12-27 08:55:36 | 57.06 | |
| 782 | 2010-12-22 13:48:59 | 64.86 | |
| 413 | 2010-12-13 10:07:44 | 60.96 | |
| 207 | 2010-12-01 01:54:07 | 48.74 | |
| 157 | 2010-11-30 02:31:17 | 55.31 |