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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1358 | 2012-04-25 21:48:53 | 66.78 | 96% |
| 1240 | 2012-04-22 23:06:08 | 63.53 | 98% |
| 1068 | 2012-04-19 16:50:15 | 49.89 | 96% |
| 1038 | 2012-04-18 23:31:42 | 55.39 | 95% |
| 595 | 2012-04-14 09:22:39 | 60.93 | 98% |
| 385 | 2012-04-08 14:46:53 | 46.43 | 96% |