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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4021 | 2012-10-06 21:18:43 | 76.81 | 97% |
| 3542 | 2011-08-19 16:01:37 | 75.30 | 96% |
| 2856 | 2011-06-08 16:45:57 | 72.63 | 93% |
| 2784 | 2011-06-01 15:15:29 | 65.32 | 95% |
| 2630 | 2011-05-26 17:40:45 | 66.54 | 96% |
| 1990 | 2011-04-25 18:54:20 | 60.93 | |
| 633 | 2011-03-18 15:59:36 | 50.42 |