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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1356 | 2012-07-28 22:32:15 | 109.05 | 97% |
| 1354 | 2012-07-28 22:30:10 | 107.79 | 96% |
| 1077 | 2012-05-27 01:02:49 | 96.40 | 94% |
| 31 | 2010-06-13 00:11:02 | 83.96 |