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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 719 | 2011-06-14 05:32:22 | 77.70 | 98% |
| 619 | 2011-06-12 16:31:36 | 81.54 | 97% |
| 220 | 2009-05-12 13:41:46 | 60.86 | |
| 154 | 2009-05-10 10:27:10 | 61.60 |