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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1674 | 2012-02-03 08:07:33 | 120.44 | 98% |
| 1519 | 2012-02-03 05:45:39 | 109.18 | 97% |
| 897 | 2011-12-28 09:08:09 | 101.79 | 94% |
| 233 | 2011-12-17 15:05:19 | 103.16 | 96% |
| 38 | 2011-12-17 07:24:28 | 101.32 | 96% |