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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2770 | 2013-07-16 06:28:20 | 76.78 | 93% |
| 2709 | 2013-06-26 03:00:03 | 69.81 | 94% |
| 2662 | 2013-06-24 17:34:36 | 78.45 | 93% |
| 2195 | 2013-04-27 03:14:51 | 70.69 | 93% |
| 1979 | 2013-04-08 05:49:23 | 84.38 | 96% |
| 1854 | 2013-03-18 04:58:42 | 65.65 | 90% |
| 1764 | 2013-03-06 18:14:44 | 64.80 | 92% |
| 883 | 2013-01-27 22:36:23 | 69.55 | 97% |
| 817 | 2013-01-27 18:14:46 | 62.20 | 93% |
| 570 | 2013-01-17 09:11:44 | 59.83 | 92% |