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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1099 | 2012-05-27 19:12:20 | 109.38 | 92% |
| 849 | 2012-05-08 18:13:56 | 100.34 | 92% |
| 664 | 2011-01-05 17:40:41 | 89.09 | |
| 261 | 2010-10-27 21:45:19 | 88.00 |