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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1646 | 2013-04-07 16:48:05 | 88.00 | 97% |
| 1338 | 2013-02-05 20:13:11 | 79.89 | 95% |
| 930 | 2011-12-03 04:55:22 | 84.52 | 99% |
| 698 | 2011-11-02 01:57:47 | 81.33 | 97% |