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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 770 | 2012-09-09 20:53:06 | 131.41 | 99% |
| 539 | 2012-08-20 20:59:05 | 126.87 | 99% |
| 477 | 2012-08-16 12:37:15 | 119.24 | 100% |