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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 863 | 2012-10-26 09:39:14 | 99.81 | 94% |
| 693 | 2012-09-04 09:47:47 | 93.99 | 97% |
| 564 | 2012-07-27 09:36:31 | 100.67 | 98% |
| 559 | 2012-07-25 10:22:48 | 90.69 | 92% |
| 506 | 2012-05-11 11:01:40 | 96.64 | 96% |
| 270 | 2012-02-21 16:07:10 | 91.03 | 95% |
| 156 | 2012-01-07 20:29:18 | 94.64 | 98% |
| 64 | 2011-11-13 14:14:42 | 87.52 | 94% |