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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1452 | 2011-11-25 09:13:06 | 64.80 | 95% |
| 1405 | 2011-11-14 08:14:15 | 59.03 | 91% |
| 612 | 2011-03-14 14:53:54 | 51.29 | |
| 360 | 2011-02-25 12:00:40 | 46.36 |