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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1309 | 2011-11-19 15:06:20 | 157.46 | 97% |
| 1193 | 2011-11-08 03:58:28 | 172.50 | 99% |
| 1069 | 2011-09-23 22:38:00 | 158.87 | 99% |
| 410 | 2011-07-16 01:42:06 | 163.14 | 96% |