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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2382 | 2013-01-22 01:20:15 | 112.10 | 99% |
| 2314 | 2013-01-17 02:53:33 | 107.47 | 97% |
| 1082 | 2011-01-20 03:33:38 | 112.00 | |
| 391 | 2010-12-27 19:09:54 | 86.06 | |
| 175 | 2010-12-09 02:50:16 | 99.27 |