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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2551 | 2012-01-13 14:24:14 | 73.52 | 90% |
| 2513 | 2012-01-02 23:06:38 | 77.10 | 93% |
| 1759 | 2011-08-04 21:56:56 | 84.06 | 96% |
| 1752 | 2011-08-03 14:04:20 | 86.02 | 95% |
| 1523 | 2011-06-18 18:17:24 | 85.62 | 94% |
| 967 | 2011-05-15 20:19:46 | 62.54 | 93% |
| 857 | 2010-09-25 14:21:16 | 60.41 | |
| 644 | 2010-07-29 15:28:27 | 52.92 |