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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 513 | 2011-09-04 02:27:44 | 159.18 | 99% |
| 404 | 2011-06-09 05:28:06 | 135.49 | 92% |
| 319 | 2011-06-08 12:55:19 | 146.78 | 98% |
| 290 | 2011-06-08 12:28:28 | 147.10 | 99% |
| 268 | 2011-06-05 17:54:20 | 144.46 | 100% |