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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1551 | 2011-08-23 14:59:14 | 83.99 | 96% |
| 1533 | 2011-08-23 14:15:38 | 83.00 | 95% |
| 1143 | 2011-07-14 15:45:43 | 90.22 | 96% |
| 592 | 2011-06-26 15:12:53 | 72.14 | 91% |
| 535 | 2011-06-26 12:27:25 | 73.68 | 92% |
| 516 | 2011-06-26 11:19:16 | 75.34 | 95% |