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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4091 | 2012-11-26 19:31:14 | 72.87 | 96% |
| 4007 | 2012-11-22 07:19:39 | 78.10 | 96% |
| 3938 | 2012-11-20 05:45:43 | 72.27 | 95% |
| 3677 | 2012-11-10 09:18:10 | 77.56 | 95% |
| 2752 | 2012-03-17 15:57:38 | 67.42 | 91% |
| 2487 | 2012-02-24 22:02:40 | 74.70 | 96% |
| 2318 | 2012-02-16 16:55:39 | 69.36 | 95% |
| 2052 | 2012-02-04 06:19:11 | 75.69 | 96% |
| 1877 | 2012-01-22 19:45:01 | 69.87 | 95% |
| 1786 | 2012-01-20 07:51:59 | 72.44 | 96% |
| 1368 | 2011-12-30 16:09:45 | 67.84 | 96% |
| 881 | 2011-12-08 15:23:19 | 75.79 | 99% |
| 609 | 2011-11-25 06:24:40 | 64.22 | 93% |
| 307 | 2011-11-02 08:35:34 | 61.95 | 92% |
| 292 | 2011-11-02 07:20:51 | 61.46 | 95% |