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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2652 | 2011-10-04 08:21:58 | 63.10 | 99% |
| 2213 | 2011-09-12 05:01:55 | 57.35 | 93% |
| 1998 | 2011-08-30 07:20:18 | 53.31 | 96% |
| 1657 | 2011-08-20 00:53:24 | 52.27 | 93% |
| 1141 | 2011-08-12 06:46:00 | 55.46 | 95% |
| 844 | 2011-07-23 07:05:55 | 59.72 | 98% |
| 626 | 2011-07-16 06:15:39 | 53.87 | 95% |
| 563 | 2011-07-16 01:51:33 | 53.19 | 98% |