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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1626 | 2012-08-30 07:24:07 | 73.46 | 94% |
| 1191 | 2012-08-25 09:01:10 | 67.44 | 91% |
| 555 | 2012-08-09 11:52:42 | 71.29 | 96% |
| 294 | 2012-08-01 12:48:11 | 59.64 | 92% |
| 134 | 2012-06-02 11:51:53 | 66.92 | 96% |