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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1167 | 2012-10-08 16:12:12 | 74.17 | 99% |
| 1011 | 2012-10-03 07:22:26 | 63.43 | 95% |
| 643 | 2012-09-22 05:56:09 | 61.75 | 94% |