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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1061 | 2012-10-05 10:06:45 | 137.78 | 100% |
| 952 | 2012-05-05 21:50:31 | 100.80 | 96% |
| 797 | 2012-04-23 15:25:20 | 82.94 | 93% |
| 694 | 2012-04-17 22:17:52 | 84.90 | 94% |
| 690 | 2012-04-17 22:09:16 | 95.14 | 96% |
| 667 | 2012-04-16 21:47:48 | 81.48 | 93% |
| 645 | 2012-04-16 00:10:58 | 103.66 | 99% |