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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 511 | 2011-06-29 07:39:32 | 116.76 | 97% |
| 448 | 2011-06-24 15:06:38 | 112.41 | 97% |
| 335 | 2011-05-26 17:12:57 | 117.57 | 98% |
| 246 | 2011-05-22 03:43:00 | 115.72 | 98% |
| 22 | 2011-05-08 03:01:46 | 110.18 | 98% |