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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 884 | 2012-09-02 14:51:01 | 79.47 | 95% |
| 786 | 2012-08-29 17:35:15 | 76.26 | 95% |
| 248 | 2012-08-09 11:52:46 | 65.42 | 95% |
| 155 | 2012-08-05 15:14:10 | 59.20 | 94% |