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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1195 | 2012-01-29 13:47:30 | 104.77 | 95% |
| 349 | 2011-01-14 22:18:55 | 105.27 | |
| 197 | 2011-01-03 03:58:33 | 98.79 |