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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1122 | 2013-08-06 22:52:40 | 106.87 | 95% |
| 730 | 2011-07-26 05:09:34 | 89.19 | 88% |
| 601 | 2011-06-08 16:45:49 | 87.47 | 90% |
| 566 | 2011-05-17 11:12:22 | 94.33 | 91% |
| 497 | 2011-05-03 06:41:25 | 94.38 | 95% |