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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1864 | 2011-11-21 22:01:24 | 60.59 | 92% |
| 1847 | 2011-11-15 01:52:20 | 52.44 | 89% |
| 1738 | 2011-10-06 21:38:38 | 60.36 | 94% |
| 810 | 2011-07-02 00:27:41 | 42.58 | 88% |
| 770 | 2011-06-30 04:01:57 | 36.96 | 91% |