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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3624 | 2013-05-16 15:16:45 | 59.79 | 95% |
| 3339 | 2013-04-30 16:10:10 | 61.06 | 94% |
| 3194 | 2013-04-19 15:46:09 | 60.68 | 95% |
| 3060 | 2013-04-11 21:04:26 | 62.95 | 97% |
| 2598 | 2013-03-21 20:12:25 | 54.54 | 90% |
| 1808 | 2013-03-04 22:05:11 | 60.39 | 96% |
| 1644 | 2013-02-27 21:41:30 | 60.65 | 95% |
| 827 | 2013-02-12 19:34:27 | 49.33 | 92% |
| 589 | 2013-02-06 16:38:50 | 50.05 | 93% |
| 293 | 2013-01-31 20:57:12 | 50.20 | 93% |