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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2305 | 2013-06-09 03:36:10 | 109.78 | 97% |
| 2173 | 2012-07-14 18:52:29 | 116.35 | 99% |
| 1570 | 2011-12-23 23:02:33 | 103.68 | 99% |
| 1013 | 2011-12-01 01:22:31 | 87.82 | 95% |
| 794 | 2011-11-29 13:55:56 | 96.73 | 97% |
| 689 | 2011-11-29 03:03:01 | 95.28 | 97% |