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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 561 | 2012-02-06 08:01:04 | 78.03 | 95% |
| 288 | 2011-10-12 14:49:20 | 85.63 | 95% |
| 277 | 2011-09-27 13:46:23 | 83.62 | 95% |
| 242 | 2011-09-17 08:25:58 | 76.27 | 91% |
| 168 | 2011-06-22 14:49:28 | 65.30 | 86% |
| 85 | 2011-05-14 08:59:29 | 55.76 | 84% |
| 22 | 2011-04-23 07:51:03 | 52.06 |