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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1487 | 2011-12-04 15:41:19 | 87.94 | 99% |
| 1125 | 2011-06-24 17:02:04 | 83.30 | 99% |
| 982 | 2011-05-15 21:59:08 | 74.13 | 97% |
| 962 | 2011-05-15 21:29:19 | 76.12 | 98% |