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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 802 | 2011-08-21 12:20:15 | 79.08 | 91% |
| 635 | 2011-07-16 19:27:01 | 77.94 | 96% |
| 593 | 2011-07-15 10:50:14 | 78.64 | 94% |
| 491 | 2011-07-09 13:03:28 | 61.00 | 85% |