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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2864 | 2012-06-23 03:49:17 | 89.26 | 96% |
| 2601 | 2012-04-20 06:11:37 | 81.85 | 91% |
| 2297 | 2012-03-26 05:55:47 | 75.69 | 90% |
| 2007 | 2012-03-08 09:37:20 | 81.91 | 95% |
| 1474 | 2012-02-08 11:50:52 | 85.59 | 97% |
| 1399 | 2012-02-03 07:04:58 | 80.24 | 93% |
| 1037 | 2012-01-18 13:41:07 | 82.74 | 95% |