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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1781 | 2012-08-18 13:34:25 | 85.06 | 97% |
| 1762 | 2012-08-17 21:26:19 | 84.25 | 99% |
| 1692 | 2012-08-11 08:12:00 | 72.38 | 95% |
| 1197 | 2009-07-15 13:50:52 | 66.58 | |
| 923 | 2009-07-08 13:33:19 | 83.75 | |
| 888 | 2009-07-08 10:14:51 | 74.53 | |
| 627 | 2009-07-03 15:07:44 | 59.30 | |
| 517 | 2009-07-02 08:20:43 | 62.54 |