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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1232 | 2013-02-14 05:09:33 | 73.61 | 96% |
| 1003 | 2013-01-02 19:54:48 | 64.34 | 90% |
| 549 | 2012-11-03 02:31:28 | 59.85 | 89% |
| 392 | 2012-10-27 19:27:24 | 43.97 | 72% |
| 269 | 2012-10-17 00:38:07 | 52.43 | 84% |