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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1236 | 2013-03-16 02:24:27 | 69.31 | 98% |
| 1224 | 2013-03-07 12:47:06 | 65.02 | 95% |
| 1021 | 2012-03-24 06:51:44 | 67.42 | 96% |
| 605 | 2012-02-25 04:57:36 | 62.89 | 97% |
| 237 | 2012-02-11 12:13:13 | 59.03 | 97% |