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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2431 | 2012-07-04 17:58:28 | 65.81 | 94% |
| 2246 | 2012-06-02 11:51:54 | 65.01 | 96% |
| 2185 | 2012-05-20 09:37:54 | 59.10 | 95% |
| 1800 | 2012-01-04 14:51:40 | 57.77 | 95% |
| 1632 | 2011-12-21 07:32:22 | 60.44 | 97% |
| 1511 | 2011-12-19 02:04:55 | 60.39 | 94% |
| 823 | 2011-11-18 06:56:52 | 52.83 | 94% |