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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1671 | 2013-05-04 15:09:30 | 82.88 | 94% |
| 1493 | 2013-04-28 16:57:54 | 75.19 | 91% |
| 1145 | 2013-04-26 02:17:47 | 76.46 | 92% |
| 1021 | 2013-04-24 09:41:24 | 83.48 | 95% |
| 944 | 2013-04-22 16:00:50 | 74.58 | 91% |