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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1788 | 2013-06-06 17:51:10 | 117.43 | 100% |
| 1763 | 2012-12-12 15:09:31 | 99.95 | 97% |
| 1732 | 2012-11-01 21:28:36 | 90.94 | 93% |
| 1323 | 2012-05-03 13:04:30 | 102.45 | 97% |
| 209 | 2010-10-03 19:38:08 | 110.23 |