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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1270 | 2014-04-07 00:21:34 | 107.33 | 98% |
| 1155 | 2012-07-09 23:03:20 | 91.53 | 93% |
| 810 | 2012-06-08 21:34:09 | 92.12 | 96% |
| 496 | 2009-08-27 22:30:57 | 78.81 | |
| 309 | 2009-08-08 17:37:06 | 77.73 | |
| 237 | 2009-07-30 13:21:30 | 78.34 |