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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 647 | 2011-05-19 17:57:44 | 95.18 | 95% |
| 458 | 2011-05-17 15:00:14 | 83.69 | 93% |
| 410 | 2011-05-16 14:21:12 | 92.74 | 94% |
| 398 | 2011-05-13 19:26:16 | 106.36 | 97% |
| 372 | 2011-05-13 14:44:42 | 95.39 | 97% |
| 329 | 2011-05-12 14:46:03 | 84.71 | 94% |