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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 711 | 2011-06-14 21:29:03 | 68.64 | 95% |
| 671 | 2011-06-12 05:36:30 | 70.71 | 98% |
| 516 | 2011-06-09 04:46:15 | 73.53 | 97% |
| 243 | 2011-06-05 18:45:48 | 66.60 | 95% |
| 207 | 2011-06-04 23:46:49 | 67.60 | 94% |