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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2534 | 2012-10-06 21:18:37 | 89.31 | 96% |
| 2511 | 2012-10-06 20:55:17 | 99.00 | 99% |
| 2193 | 2012-09-29 22:43:54 | 92.82 | 97% |
| 2062 | 2012-09-28 16:51:52 | 87.78 | 99% |
| 1916 | 2012-09-25 22:13:51 | 89.78 | 98% |
| 1539 | 2012-09-21 03:22:20 | 88.88 | 99% |
| 1270 | 2012-09-14 21:40:11 | 78.12 | 96% |
| 837 | 2012-09-11 21:24:38 | 58.64 | 97% |
| 675 | 2012-09-10 22:22:44 | 81.01 | 97% |