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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2302 | 2013-06-04 15:25:44 | 88.40 | 98% |
| 1650 | 2010-12-29 15:51:03 | 90.35 | |
| 549 | 2010-12-11 23:55:54 | 89.09 | |
| 361 | 2010-11-01 17:26:52 | 74.86 | |
| 311 | 2010-10-30 12:43:36 | 81.66 | |
| 303 | 2010-10-30 12:32:53 | 57.31 |