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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3134 | 2012-04-29 12:56:49 | 72.57 | 94% |
| 2970 | 2012-04-27 06:45:05 | 74.00 | 94% |
| 2903 | 2012-04-26 12:42:45 | 67.85 | 94% |
| 2487 | 2012-04-10 11:03:02 | 73.54 | 93% |
| 2110 | 2011-12-25 11:39:35 | 55.36 | 88% |
| 1476 | 2011-06-04 16:54:22 | 58.95 | 90% |
| 469 | 2010-07-10 04:31:00 | 47.51 | |
| 347 | 2010-03-30 13:02:15 | 38.73 |