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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1001 | 2012-07-05 02:24:38 | 77.72 | 93% |
| 835 | 2011-04-25 12:15:12 | 62.94 | |
| 749 | 2011-04-08 14:33:44 | 67.81 | |
| 599 | 2011-02-13 14:39:09 | 55.02 | |
| 534 | 2011-02-04 21:37:35 | 51.31 |