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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1567 | 2012-07-01 14:18:46 | 75.93 | 90% |
| 574 | 2010-12-13 02:54:01 | 81.88 | |
| 426 | 2010-12-06 15:47:02 | 83.28 | |
| 294 | 2010-11-29 09:59:17 | 69.62 | |
| 273 | 2010-11-26 05:29:42 | 73.09 |