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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1665 | 2011-12-07 15:13:25 | 78.99 | 97% |
| 1420 | 2011-09-26 20:54:57 | 73.42 | 95% |
| 1151 | 2011-09-19 16:50:57 | 71.61 | 92% |
| 761 | 2011-09-08 19:51:07 | 66.31 | 95% |
| 278 | 2011-08-22 20:16:35 | 57.69 | 93% |
| 15 | 2011-08-17 13:30:55 | 52.45 | 91% |