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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2433 | 2012-09-15 06:05:33 | 54.70 | 97% |
| 1698 | 2012-06-14 13:50:07 | 48.67 | 91% |
| 1551 | 2012-06-13 06:43:19 | 48.05 | 91% |
| 567 | 2012-06-02 17:46:25 | 46.32 | 94% |
| 195 | 2012-05-30 16:55:50 | 45.93 | 98% |