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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1270 | 2012-08-03 12:50:23 | 82.85 | 93% |
| 768 | 2012-04-05 12:47:08 | 68.28 | 95% |
| 575 | 2011-10-17 14:15:56 | 50.73 | 92% |
| 530 | 2011-10-11 14:27:35 | 56.38 | 91% |
| 514 | 2011-10-07 05:26:09 | 48.11 | 90% |