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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4887 | 2012-02-08 15:54:20 | 95.44 | 93% |
| 4535 | 2011-10-09 20:26:00 | 93.77 | 94% |
| 4189 | 2011-09-10 18:19:57 | 100.96 | 97% |
| 3322 | 2011-04-19 15:40:23 | 84.26 | |
| 3257 | 2011-04-05 15:25:15 | 91.32 | |
| 3176 | 2011-03-25 15:17:31 | 99.23 | |
| 2029 | 2010-11-17 16:36:50 | 94.40 | |
| 1367 | 2010-06-14 02:35:48 | 83.70 | |
| 739 | 2009-09-29 19:22:59 | 91.39 | |
| 268 | 2009-08-24 14:57:52 | 76.39 | |
| 144 | 2009-08-17 16:43:10 | 90.46 |