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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 971 | 2011-08-16 12:56:44 | 77.20 | 93% |
| 806 | 2011-08-02 04:43:57 | 77.57 | 96% |
| 738 | 2011-07-18 17:42:16 | 92.54 | 97% |
| 629 | 2011-07-13 09:41:12 | 97.23 | 97% |
| 225 | 2011-07-09 07:47:31 | 97.68 | 99% |