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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 808 | 2012-08-29 17:39:52 | 57.93 | 96% |
| 750 | 2012-08-25 17:48:00 | 69.54 | 97% |
| 593 | 2010-07-09 07:41:40 | 62.07 | |
| 56 | 2010-05-20 14:25:25 | 64.30 |