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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1112 | 2012-01-27 17:53:38 | 103.48 | 92% |
| 1095 | 2012-01-27 17:19:37 | 93.59 | 87% |
| 478 | 2011-06-11 14:37:16 | 117.66 | 97% |
| 316 | 2011-06-06 12:21:10 | 120.03 | 98% |