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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1534 | 2012-09-19 15:50:05 | 67.26 | 94% |
| 1430 | 2012-09-12 10:14:51 | 73.13 | 95% |
| 1385 | 2012-09-09 15:27:27 | 66.12 | 93% |
| 1132 | 2011-11-10 12:58:54 | 76.45 | 97% |
| 992 | 2011-10-27 12:22:27 | 62.33 | 94% |
| 959 | 2011-10-24 12:13:42 | 74.90 | 99% |
| 576 | 2011-07-28 12:20:02 | 67.00 | 98% |
| 130 | 2010-12-25 16:32:29 | 53.78 |