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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1719 | 2013-03-26 17:32:23 | 104.50 | 94% |
| 934 | 2013-03-08 21:03:47 | 109.50 | 96% |
| 741 | 2013-03-07 09:00:37 | 105.44 | 97% |
| 439 | 2013-03-03 08:22:34 | 98.95 | 93% |