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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1061 | 2012-06-02 18:40:11 | 75.39 | 98% |
| 862 | 2012-04-10 13:55:33 | 69.55 | 96% |
| 813 | 2012-03-31 00:52:38 | 64.59 | 93% |
| 706 | 2010-04-27 07:43:35 | 71.22 | |
| 634 | 2010-03-21 21:24:35 | 68.69 | |
| 438 | 2010-02-19 05:49:33 | 62.53 | |
| 49 | 2009-08-19 11:36:08 | 59.05 |