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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1492 | 2013-01-26 09:04:48 | 87.43 | 93% |
| 1363 | 2013-01-24 22:30:25 | 104.04 | 95% |
| 1320 | 2013-01-16 23:46:03 | 99.32 | 94% |
| 1042 | 2012-12-25 00:41:56 | 101.95 | 95% |
| 581 | 2012-09-23 22:08:43 | 95.05 | 96% |