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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1934 | 2012-06-08 09:33:03 | 85.37 | 99% |
| 1856 | 2012-06-07 10:25:15 | 76.94 | 98% |
| 1482 | 2012-05-19 06:39:13 | 84.14 | 99% |
| 1001 | 2012-05-15 05:55:20 | 77.79 | 99% |
| 774 | 2012-05-11 10:32:57 | 72.70 | 98% |
| 686 | 2012-05-11 04:53:39 | 70.84 | 99% |