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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1037 | 2012-07-14 14:04:11 | 103.59 | 98% |
| 772 | 2012-07-02 02:01:39 | 101.17 | 96% |
| 751 | 2012-06-28 02:45:56 | 101.49 | 96% |
| 141 | 2011-12-31 22:35:57 | 77.24 | 90% |