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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1303 | 2012-09-25 00:50:01 | 112.13 | 97% |
| 964 | 2012-09-07 21:54:02 | 104.66 | 95% |
| 902 | 2012-09-06 18:16:28 | 128.69 | 99% |