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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1003 | 2011-10-12 10:47:08 | 91.01 | 97% |
| 737 | 2011-09-22 14:12:51 | 86.43 | 95% |
| 643 | 2011-09-16 11:42:46 | 84.46 | 95% |
| 639 | 2011-09-16 11:36:20 | 80.94 | 94% |
| 508 | 2011-09-11 10:36:41 | 78.48 | 94% |
| 302 | 2011-09-07 09:59:59 | 72.89 | 92% |