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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1110 | 2012-06-28 21:13:49 | 127.42 | 96% |
| 901 | 2012-06-27 04:01:59 | 143.44 | 99% |
| 552 | 2012-06-25 06:26:19 | 146.43 | 97% |
| 250 | 2012-06-24 09:48:07 | 148.15 | 98% |
| 83 | 2012-06-24 03:15:16 | 122.58 | 97% |