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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1736 | 2012-09-14 13:08:37 | 158.54 | 96% |
| 1696 | 2012-09-11 23:58:29 | 179.82 | 100% |
| 1647 | 2012-09-05 21:26:55 | 181.06 | 100% |
| 1603 | 2012-09-05 16:33:30 | 174.55 | 96% |
| 944 | 2012-08-24 20:58:44 | 176.24 | 99% |
| 327 | 2012-08-05 00:06:10 | 135.80 | 90% |