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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1558 | 2013-06-25 07:36:42 | 137.19 | 97% |
| 726 | 2011-03-09 14:40:57 | 133.13 | |
| 624 | 2011-03-08 10:57:43 | 138.08 | |
| 227 | 2011-03-04 17:26:36 | 113.88 | |
| 107 | 2010-01-29 16:14:26 | 113.44 | |
| 14 | 2009-11-18 15:38:07 | 105.78 |