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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1439 | 2012-06-05 23:36:42 | 148.22 | 96% |
| 1384 | 2012-05-25 22:16:11 | 162.93 | 100% |
| 1219 | 2012-05-11 20:36:37 | 160.01 | 100% |
| 1197 | 2012-05-09 23:42:30 | 154.32 | 99% |
| 1111 | 2012-04-27 23:39:35 | 137.97 | 97% |
| 413 | 2012-01-06 05:02:45 | 136.51 | 94% |
| 109 | 2011-12-22 04:19:44 | 154.49 | 100% |