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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 567 | 2012-12-04 21:52:59 | 85.74 | 97% |
| 317 | 2012-10-07 14:33:51 | 85.40 | 96% |
| 300 | 2012-10-01 13:50:48 | 80.21 | 94% |
| 211 | 2012-09-04 15:22:33 | 75.65 | 89% |
| 110 | 2012-08-23 15:02:43 | 81.01 | 95% |
| 67 | 2012-08-19 19:43:23 | 77.65 | 91% |