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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 803 | 2011-10-15 12:20:08 | 64.66 | 97% |
| 355 | 2011-10-11 10:03:05 | 68.49 | 99% |
| 308 | 2011-10-09 19:38:21 | 62.59 | 97% |
| 195 | 2011-10-05 10:33:03 | 56.91 | 94% |
| 148 | 2011-10-03 12:23:32 | 58.18 | 95% |
| 49 | 2011-10-01 14:06:46 | 54.58 | 94% |