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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1513 | 2012-10-05 05:24:25 | 78.59 | 93% |
| 1288 | 2012-08-14 13:51:13 | 82.11 | 97% |
| 1104 | 2011-09-06 09:36:40 | 85.07 | 97% |
| 942 | 2011-08-25 10:50:20 | 82.75 | 94% |
| 856 | 2011-07-23 06:08:06 | 79.61 | 92% |
| 457 | 2011-07-08 05:30:44 | 79.90 | 92% |
| 116 | 2011-05-28 09:57:05 | 81.33 | 95% |