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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1254 | 2011-08-21 03:14:33 | 59.35 | 95% |
| 1229 | 2011-08-19 09:34:20 | 58.85 | 94% |
| 1021 | 2011-08-15 11:37:21 | 66.96 | 97% |
| 982 | 2011-08-15 06:13:38 | 57.56 | 96% |
| 619 | 2011-08-12 10:00:10 | 53.53 | 95% |
| 32 | 2011-07-16 04:43:00 | 39.85 | 86% |