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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2005 | 2013-01-16 05:41:10 | 97.74 | 94% |
| 1869 | 2013-01-08 06:04:30 | 105.86 | 93% |
| 1627 | 2012-12-16 06:24:59 | 118.34 | 96% |
| 798 | 2012-10-23 05:17:05 | 106.43 | 95% |
| 399 | 2012-10-17 03:28:22 | 121.76 | 98% |