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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2772 | 2011-05-30 02:10:16 | 64.80 | 90% |
| 557 | 2010-08-21 22:35:38 | 44.67 | |
| 440 | 2010-08-14 18:04:25 | 51.66 | |
| 400 | 2010-08-13 14:34:24 | 39.75 |