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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2294 | 2012-03-02 15:20:41 | 48.28 | 91% |
| 2231 | 2012-02-28 09:43:32 | 47.99 | 87% |
| 1496 | 2010-08-10 00:42:49 | 49.66 | |
| 1378 | 2010-08-04 01:27:20 | 41.79 | |
| 603 | 2009-12-18 02:09:14 | 36.47 |