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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1045 | 2011-12-15 19:07:05 | 100.70 | 98% |
| 547 | 2011-11-21 20:33:25 | 91.97 | 95% |
| 379 | 2011-11-07 17:50:18 | 83.16 | 95% |
| 143 | 2011-03-14 21:44:42 | 78.30 | |
| 63 | 2011-03-14 18:53:36 | 80.63 | |
| 32 | 2011-03-14 17:51:08 | 80.73 |