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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3657 | 2012-03-02 03:26:09 | 107.81 | 94% |
| 2873 | 2012-01-21 15:56:56 | 113.46 | 97% |
| 2159 | 2011-12-20 13:23:56 | 121.21 | 99% |
| 1715 | 2011-12-12 10:52:01 | 113.27 | 97% |
| 1192 | 2009-07-03 02:31:26 | 115.91 |