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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3076 | 2012-04-07 15:05:57 | 69.62 | 93% |
| 2959 | 2012-02-18 18:08:56 | 89.38 | 97% |
| 2860 | 2012-01-26 17:30:49 | 77.63 | 95% |
| 2724 | 2012-01-04 06:30:00 | 68.98 | 93% |
| 2047 | 2011-07-21 04:28:39 | 75.22 | 94% |
| 1324 | 2011-06-02 22:31:35 | 72.06 | 93% |
| 1015 | 2011-05-21 17:39:12 | 70.18 | 93% |
| 808 | 2011-05-15 01:08:01 | 69.34 | 93% |
| 627 | 2011-05-13 17:49:02 | 83.42 | 97% |
| 270 | 2011-05-10 23:37:32 | 80.57 | 98% |
| 72 | 2011-05-04 04:25:16 | 62.23 | 92% |