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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1933 | 2013-10-11 06:09:11 | 116.44 | 96% |
| 1349 | 2009-10-13 02:22:46 | 112.11 | |
| 1142 | 2009-06-23 11:55:54 | 118.66 | |
| 974 | 2009-06-09 05:46:34 | 98.86 | |
| 949 | 2009-06-08 06:56:33 | 98.43 | |
| 638 | 2009-05-06 11:57:49 | 118.55 | |
| 506 | 2009-04-24 13:13:34 | 123.98 |