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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2790 | 2012-11-03 14:24:44 | 72.10 | 92% |
| 2304 | 2012-08-13 20:15:28 | 72.21 | 96% |
| 1513 | 2012-07-09 15:28:39 | 65.64 | 95% |
| 855 | 2012-06-18 15:06:56 | 62.05 | 96% |