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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3422 | 2013-08-13 16:34:31 | 56.91 | 78% |
| 2726 | 2013-06-22 20:09:21 | 59.33 | 83% |
| 2548 | 2013-06-16 20:48:43 | 66.10 | 87% |
| 1546 | 2012-12-27 00:38:10 | 55.16 | 84% |
| 1271 | 2012-06-07 01:01:26 | 64.38 | 91% |
| 881 | 2012-02-16 02:04:33 | 69.79 | 95% |
| 742 | 2012-02-06 23:43:58 | 65.09 | 91% |
| 391 | 2012-01-20 20:31:35 | 62.15 | 93% |