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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1369 | 2012-02-07 02:55:42 | 59.73 | 90% |
| 1073 | 2011-12-22 21:13:18 | 67.69 | 96% |
| 483 | 2011-11-23 21:52:46 | 64.12 | 91% |
| 338 | 2011-11-18 22:40:31 | 55.83 | 92% |
| 74 | 2011-10-23 03:52:38 | 53.93 | 91% |