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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 555 | 2012-12-16 10:04:07 | 135.24 | 98% |
| 460 | 2012-12-15 07:55:17 | 145.78 | 99% |
| 454 | 2012-12-15 07:38:00 | 121.97 | 94% |