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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3500 | 2011-10-10 18:23:26 | 71.01 | 97% |
| 2494 | 2011-09-26 10:49:01 | 78.14 | 98% |
| 1558 | 2011-09-13 17:06:18 | 64.89 | 97% |
| 1477 | 2011-09-13 07:54:34 | 72.24 | 96% |
| 1360 | 2011-09-12 11:17:13 | 62.30 | 93% |
| 1292 | 2011-09-12 05:01:45 | 70.89 | 97% |
| 34 | 2011-04-14 09:04:10 | 54.47 |