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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 925 | 2012-07-24 13:54:58 | 67.63 | 96% |
| 649 | 2012-06-29 18:43:09 | 65.59 | 98% |
| 316 | 2012-06-11 15:52:27 | 55.31 | 95% |
| 236 | 2012-05-29 15:39:54 | 54.42 | 94% |