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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2680 | 2011-07-06 21:00:16 | 50.13 | 92% |
| 2469 | 2011-07-05 17:42:51 | 57.59 | 96% |
| 1909 | 2011-06-29 20:26:01 | 45.75 | 96% |
| 1334 | 2011-06-24 20:18:28 | 46.93 | 97% |
| 1316 | 2011-06-24 17:21:41 | 50.72 | 94% |
| 622 | 2011-06-12 09:18:49 | 44.63 | 95% |