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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 822 | 2011-05-19 14:43:07 | 79.91 | 98% |
| 587 | 2010-02-16 17:35:25 | 74.83 | |
| 440 | 2010-02-09 17:39:58 | 77.87 | |
| 195 | 2010-01-25 09:23:17 | 70.65 |