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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1067 | 2011-12-19 14:26:44 | 49.95 | 86% |
| 548 | 2011-09-13 12:31:11 | 46.67 | 91% |
| 479 | 2011-09-12 05:30:00 | 48.96 | 93% |
| 120 | 2011-08-28 16:37:50 | 45.85 | 94% |