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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1434 | 2013-03-27 20:10:12 | 117.43 | 99% |
| 1357 | 2013-02-03 19:55:22 | 109.00 | 97% |
| 1243 | 2012-11-28 18:07:03 | 103.59 | 94% |
| 928 | 2012-10-24 21:34:02 | 104.74 | 95% |
| 525 | 2012-10-04 04:18:42 | 109.36 | 98% |
| 386 | 2012-09-29 16:24:20 | 103.43 | 95% |