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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 513 | 2011-07-31 09:06:36 | 138.11 | 22% |
| 471 | 2011-07-29 08:35:40 | 123.00 | 22% |
| 460 | 2011-07-29 05:03:14 | 121.63 | 22% |
| 406 | 2011-07-26 12:28:32 | 121.71 | 22% |
| 352 | 2011-07-25 10:34:46 | 123.39 | 22% |
| 182 | 2011-07-08 15:02:32 | 120.31 | 22% |