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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3058 | 2012-11-14 15:56:18 | 88.54 | 91% |
| 2805 | 2012-07-16 16:57:35 | 95.80 | 94% |
| 2100 | 2012-03-05 14:25:02 | 84.76 | 93% |
| 1606 | 2012-02-18 14:27:20 | 80.63 | 93% |
| 1482 | 2012-02-11 16:16:04 | 77.29 | 91% |
| 1345 | 2012-01-29 11:12:18 | 82.78 | 92% |
| 1234 | 2012-01-24 12:06:00 | 82.99 | 94% |
| 871 | 2012-01-11 15:09:28 | 80.67 | 95% |
| 745 | 2011-12-29 15:15:41 | 68.30 | 91% |
| 550 | 2011-12-20 12:38:39 | 79.60 | 94% |
| 453 | 2011-12-02 12:19:54 | 73.76 | 93% |
| 131 | 2011-05-17 20:21:46 | 65.76 | 95% |