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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3163 | 2011-08-17 18:21:02 | 108.31 | 98% |
| 3121 | 2011-08-17 15:55:53 | 95.02 | 94% |
| 2649 | 2011-08-13 19:28:53 | 108.00 | 98% |
| 2547 | 2011-08-11 19:53:38 | 100.52 | 97% |
| 1827 | 2011-07-28 04:29:50 | 95.98 | 96% |
| 1215 | 2011-06-04 02:33:16 | 99.83 | 96% |
| 1067 | 2011-06-02 18:56:22 | 88.25 | 94% |
| 1020 | 2011-05-27 18:16:51 | 100.69 | 98% |
| 971 | 2011-05-27 16:39:26 | 94.25 | 98% |