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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2474 | 2013-09-09 22:47:04 | 59.22 | 97% |
| 2471 | 2013-09-09 15:35:23 | 60.88 | 97% |
| 2363 | 2012-11-25 00:33:07 | 69.74 | 98% |
| 2320 | 2012-10-05 21:41:20 | 64.28 | 99% |
| 1515 | 2011-12-17 21:54:46 | 48.27 | 98% |
| 371 | 2011-11-24 00:50:07 | 45.59 | 99% |