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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1433 | 2012-05-15 13:41:40 | 54.42 | 90% |
| 1281 | 2012-05-12 06:48:31 | 62.05 | 94% |
| 1267 | 2012-05-11 20:50:54 | 60.32 | 96% |
| 1125 | 2012-04-28 17:00:39 | 53.95 | 92% |
| 668 | 2012-03-07 05:18:39 | 46.19 | 88% |
| 550 | 2012-03-02 07:21:53 | 55.37 | 95% |
| 414 | 2012-02-17 13:42:15 | 47.24 | 95% |