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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3712 | 2012-02-18 18:25:15 | 92.69 | 94% |
| 3668 | 2012-02-13 18:58:12 | 103.63 | 96% |
| 3542 | 2011-12-27 03:06:22 | 73.78 | 91% |
| 3432 | 2011-12-26 01:04:15 | 79.51 | 95% |
| 3140 | 2011-12-19 00:21:32 | 91.70 | 97% |
| 2739 | 2011-10-23 19:34:33 | 80.31 | 90% |
| 1837 | 2011-10-04 15:32:51 | 79.17 | 89% |
| 1342 | 2011-09-28 23:41:52 | 78.81 | 92% |
| 1229 | 2011-09-28 04:38:26 | 65.74 | 86% |