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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1015 | 2011-07-16 02:44:48 | 102.29 | 98% |
| 799 | 2011-06-21 21:32:08 | 95.07 | 96% |
| 93 | 2011-05-14 02:51:59 | 86.11 | 95% |
| 11 | 2011-05-10 01:17:58 | 93.32 | 99% |