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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 646 | 2011-10-06 10:08:30 | 128.26 | 97% |
| 570 | 2011-08-03 04:06:22 | 122.07 | 99% |
| 260 | 2011-07-20 10:14:13 | 103.03 | 94% |
| 173 | 2011-07-13 09:52:29 | 102.18 | 95% |