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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1013 | 2012-03-05 18:06:55 | 95.83 | 96% |
| 705 | 2011-05-23 04:09:49 | 94.07 | 95% |
| 466 | 2011-05-09 23:53:36 | 92.57 | 97% |
| 230 | 2010-01-26 17:23:53 | 87.40 |