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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1145 | 2011-07-19 21:36:03 | 91.45 | 97% |
| 1006 | 2011-06-16 03:36:05 | 71.44 | 92% |
| 897 | 2011-06-11 01:24:22 | 74.77 | 93% |
| 429 | 2011-06-01 03:03:05 | 65.35 | 96% |
| 90 | 2011-05-16 23:07:53 | 80.77 | 97% |
| 80 | 2011-05-16 22:42:56 | 76.67 | 94% |
| 79 | 2011-05-16 22:42:07 | 69.62 | 96% |