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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2766 | 2013-06-25 07:40:17 | 88.09 | 97% |
| 2463 | 2013-01-29 12:28:58 | 87.63 | 94% |
| 2349 | 2013-01-17 12:11:47 | 85.51 | 95% |
| 1922 | 2012-12-05 10:30:37 | 88.29 | 94% |
| 1772 | 2012-09-29 16:24:22 | 99.13 | 98% |
| 1721 | 2012-09-18 09:54:51 | 96.97 | 98% |
| 1515 | 2012-08-16 08:09:24 | 88.97 | 97% |
| 1030 | 2012-06-06 07:27:26 | 88.64 | 95% |
| 833 | 2012-03-26 10:00:04 | 89.12 | 99% |
| 669 | 2011-12-28 07:01:53 | 81.59 | 95% |
| 478 | 2011-10-29 15:09:11 | 78.56 | 96% |