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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 940 | 2012-05-14 06:42:58 | 83.91 | 95% |
| 744 | 2012-05-12 05:14:10 | 100.80 | 98% |
| 666 | 2012-05-12 03:01:15 | 107.36 | 99% |
| 250 | 2012-05-07 06:48:49 | 103.19 | 98% |