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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1186 | 2011-10-19 18:50:12 | 83.11 | 97% |
| 798 | 2011-08-21 08:17:36 | 76.24 | 95% |
| 446 | 2011-08-05 12:01:45 | 75.49 | 95% |
| 335 | 2011-08-03 08:11:53 | 70.27 | 95% |
| 142 | 2011-07-31 23:24:27 | 69.14 | 94% |