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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2490 | 2014-12-09 16:50:40 | 101.04 | 97% |
| 2231 | 2014-03-06 15:13:42 | 93.29 | 96% |
| 1582 | 2010-12-14 06:32:27 | 101.09 | |
| 1144 | 2010-08-14 10:55:10 | 105.66 | |
| 737 | 2009-05-12 09:34:26 | 86.00 |