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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1438 | 2011-12-05 20:08:34 | 73.47 | 97% |
| 1231 | 2011-11-08 14:10:41 | 64.68 | 88% |
| 429 | 2011-08-21 22:35:31 | 60.10 | 92% |
| 54 | 2011-04-12 16:53:48 | 48.01 |