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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5757 | 2011-11-29 14:38:14 | 107.96 | 95% |
| 4422 | 2011-08-14 05:36:50 | 108.17 | 97% |
| 3703 | 2011-07-30 12:11:55 | 88.17 | 93% |
| 2888 | 2011-07-14 12:50:47 | 91.95 | 96% |
| 2873 | 2011-07-14 12:30:22 | 83.15 | 96% |
| 2035 | 2011-07-05 19:57:36 | 90.60 | 94% |
| 1617 | 2011-06-25 22:39:08 | 87.24 | 94% |
| 1589 | 2011-06-25 21:39:23 | 91.41 | 95% |
| 850 | 2011-06-05 10:57:30 | 85.37 | 96% |
| 813 | 2011-06-05 09:28:11 | 81.67 | 93% |
| 797 | 2011-06-05 08:55:21 | 79.77 | 92% |
| 689 | 2011-06-04 18:35:28 | 88.25 | 96% |
| 370 | 2011-03-14 15:57:45 | 78.57 | |
| 127 | 2011-02-20 08:53:35 | 65.42 |