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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2436 | 2012-09-24 23:44:13 | 93.13 | 94% |
| 2219 | 2012-09-16 23:43:28 | 98.95 | 95% |
| 1052 | 2012-08-28 00:03:54 | 96.73 | 96% |
| 689 | 2012-08-24 19:12:54 | 95.89 | 97% |
| 673 | 2012-08-24 02:08:09 | 104.64 | 100% |
| 643 | 2012-08-23 20:12:01 | 100.00 | 96% |
| 556 | 2012-08-22 19:46:13 | 99.18 | 98% |
| 457 | 2012-08-21 22:52:35 | 112.17 | 100% |
| 395 | 2012-08-21 18:44:25 | 108.62 | 99% |