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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1092 | 2012-07-06 07:51:39 | 124.09 | 100% |
| 971 | 2012-06-19 09:13:52 | 101.18 | 97% |
| 843 | 2012-06-13 08:27:53 | 95.58 | 97% |
| 738 | 2012-06-10 01:11:13 | 88.48 | 95% |
| 644 | 2012-05-25 07:14:10 | 93.71 | 98% |
| 584 | 2012-05-24 19:07:34 | 77.87 | 96% |
| 513 | 2012-05-20 13:51:39 | 84.38 | 96% |
| 283 | 2012-04-26 15:11:59 | 79.49 | 93% |
| 109 | 2011-12-06 04:33:02 | 64.85 | 94% |