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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 214 | 2012-12-30 02:17:08 | 105.74 | 95% |
| 211 | 2012-12-30 02:12:28 | 99.23 | 96% |
| 7 | 2012-12-27 01:47:13 | 86.33 | 92% |