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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 114 | 2012-10-18 23:42:32 | 109.57 | 95% |
| 107 | 2012-10-06 12:56:05 | 109.42 | 89% |
| 2 | 2012-09-26 10:56:03 | 97.55 | 91% |