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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 304 | 2012-04-26 13:13:17 | 92.10 | 93% |
| 95 | 2012-03-27 10:39:01 | 80.74 | 92% |
| 88 | 2012-03-26 14:00:55 | 83.41 | 94% |
| 76 | 2012-03-24 16:00:34 | 77.71 | 94% |
| 54 | 2012-03-24 04:13:24 | 75.77 | 92% |