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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3237 | 2012-05-02 09:12:58 | 67.25 | 89% |
| 2579 | 2011-08-15 02:56:50 | 60.74 | 90% |
| 2542 | 2011-08-10 05:19:26 | 70.98 | 97% |
| 2482 | 2011-07-17 14:05:20 | 60.98 | 93% |
| 2147 | 2011-05-22 09:31:55 | 57.07 | 94% |
| 600 | 2011-04-04 08:43:30 | 43.09 |