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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2130 | 2013-02-11 06:28:15 | 55.91 | 97% |
| 2096 | 2013-02-10 10:13:29 | 53.28 | 94% |
| 963 | 2012-11-25 07:45:14 | 51.45 | 95% |
| 724 | 2012-11-19 05:45:53 | 52.65 | 96% |
| 117 | 2012-10-14 09:14:09 | 48.06 | 93% |