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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1989 | 2012-07-24 06:56:23 | 114.16 | 95% |
| 1683 | 2012-05-14 14:21:17 | 116.35 | 94% |
| 1476 | 2012-02-25 05:58:20 | 109.95 | 95% |
| 1448 | 2012-02-25 04:04:46 | 123.74 | 95% |
| 1117 | 2012-01-29 10:05:13 | 104.35 | 95% |
| 1056 | 2012-01-22 07:40:06 | 124.93 | 99% |
| 731 | 2011-12-26 05:13:01 | 101.32 | 93% |
| 683 | 2011-12-24 10:52:37 | 105.49 | 97% |
| 173 | 2011-05-15 16:19:43 | 86.60 | 89% |