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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3159 | 2011-12-04 21:38:13 | 122.79 | 97% |
| 2723 | 2011-04-19 17:30:21 | 112.47 | |
| 2502 | 2011-04-15 13:02:18 | 122.63 | |
| 2499 | 2011-04-15 12:59:47 | 95.96 | |
| 1859 | 2011-04-05 09:40:17 | 106.61 | |
| 1365 | 2011-03-30 10:32:27 | 115.90 | |
| 1364 | 2011-03-30 10:31:42 | 107.76 | |
| 1242 | 2011-03-27 15:52:11 | 99.27 | |
| 1037 | 2011-03-25 23:38:46 | 126.98 | |
| 869 | 2011-03-25 15:17:28 | 110.43 | |
| 641 | 2011-03-22 00:17:49 | 109.54 | |
| 488 | 2011-03-20 11:12:13 | 109.98 | |
| 477 | 2011-03-20 11:02:39 | 107.59 | |
| 457 | 2011-03-20 09:18:43 | 110.56 |