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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 700 | 2012-11-27 08:50:06 | 44.85 | 96% |
| 636 | 2012-11-24 15:05:40 | 44.21 | 90% |
| 611 | 2012-11-22 15:20:22 | 48.17 | 93% |
| 610 | 2012-11-22 15:18:11 | 48.50 | 94% |
| 566 | 2012-11-20 15:32:56 | 39.23 | 88% |