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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2936 | 2013-02-25 20:30:29 | 52.75 | 90% |
| 2897 | 2013-02-22 21:21:40 | 54.94 | 91% |
| 2498 | 2013-02-01 20:50:37 | 59.71 | 96% |
| 2394 | 2013-01-31 18:33:07 | 62.95 | 95% |
| 2014 | 2013-01-18 18:09:15 | 48.44 | 89% |
| 1871 | 2013-01-14 20:29:11 | 47.28 | 84% |
| 1342 | 2012-11-20 17:18:46 | 55.10 | 91% |
| 85 | 2012-04-06 15:11:40 | 35.80 | 97% |