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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2141 | 2012-06-17 05:37:05 | 95.56 | 93% |
| 1339 | 2012-05-21 09:00:46 | 90.22 | 94% |
| 500 | 2012-04-30 05:46:54 | 86.80 | 91% |
| 426 | 2012-04-29 14:21:51 | 90.46 | 94% |
| 168 | 2012-04-19 05:31:15 | 73.38 | 90% |
| 6 | 2012-04-14 04:25:29 | 66.47 | 86% |