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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1900 | 2011-07-25 23:46:09 | 103.72 | 100% |
| 1225 | 2011-06-15 19:35:36 | 98.22 | 98% |
| 662 | 2011-06-07 14:45:01 | 88.39 | 95% |
| 334 | 2011-06-05 22:57:39 | 98.96 | 99% |