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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1670 | 2012-09-28 03:43:25 | 98.18 | 98% |
| 1625 | 2012-09-27 02:43:37 | 95.64 | 98% |
| 1241 | 2012-09-20 06:52:20 | 91.08 | 96% |