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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 377 | 2012-11-30 05:47:12 | 116.51 | 96% |
| 372 | 2012-11-30 01:47:53 | 118.58 | 96% |
| 168 | 2012-11-11 12:27:35 | 117.33 | 96% |
| 68 | 2012-11-10 12:58:57 | 124.84 | 99% |