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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1526 | 2013-01-10 16:35:31 | 48.40 | 91% |
| 1363 | 2012-11-30 17:40:15 | 61.72 | 96% |
| 728 | 2012-11-08 18:11:20 | 59.40 | 99% |
| 660 | 2012-11-07 18:57:08 | 49.94 | 95% |
| 383 | 2012-10-30 00:46:18 | 48.91 | 95% |
| 108 | 2012-10-23 16:38:33 | 45.98 | 93% |