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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4167 | 2011-10-06 08:07:17 | 76.26 | 97% |
| 3239 | 2011-07-11 13:42:08 | 93.67 | 98% |
| 3079 | 2011-07-09 13:03:15 | 82.20 | 98% |
| 1859 | 2011-05-28 13:55:02 | 86.87 | 99% |
| 1221 | 2011-05-07 16:40:53 | 76.58 | 98% |
| 1057 | 2011-05-04 15:41:40 | 82.14 | 93% |
| 795 | 2011-04-19 07:24:03 | 79.12 |