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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 459 | 2011-08-26 00:18:51 | 118.14 | 100% |
| 161 | 2011-08-13 19:28:53 | 108.20 | 96% |
| 126 | 2011-08-12 21:34:50 | 103.88 | 95% |