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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1876 | 2013-04-12 18:47:07 | 95.62 | 98% |
| 1670 | 2013-01-26 19:17:01 | 88.59 | 95% |
| 1411 | 2012-10-25 12:52:14 | 89.11 | 95% |
| 706 | 2012-07-28 17:38:25 | 86.15 | 92% |
| 554 | 2012-07-20 15:45:26 | 82.25 | 93% |
| 359 | 2012-07-11 15:18:21 | 90.75 | 94% |
| 311 | 2012-07-07 14:09:03 | 91.09 | 97% |
| 269 | 2012-07-03 21:50:38 | 81.63 | 93% |
| 255 | 2012-07-03 15:15:39 | 84.04 | 97% |