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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 739 | 2012-12-01 20:52:39 | 81.14 | 97% |
| 729 | 2012-12-01 14:19:01 | 69.56 | 91% |
| 550 | 2012-11-04 15:23:33 | 77.89 | 95% |
| 14 | 2012-10-23 10:13:57 | 70.29 | 96% |