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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 678 | 2012-06-21 04:37:57 | 75.26 | 95% |
| 661 | 2012-06-20 06:20:36 | 77.41 | 95% |
| 358 | 2011-10-18 16:24:33 | 58.50 | 94% |
| 345 | 2011-10-14 14:13:27 | 51.38 | 93% |