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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1904 | 2014-03-14 06:23:29 | 52.28 | 93% |
| 1593 | 2012-07-20 15:28:05 | 57.89 | 94% |
| 649 | 2010-09-16 08:10:57 | 48.41 | |
| 458 | 2010-02-25 10:52:59 | 54.57 | |
| 413 | 2010-02-24 20:10:49 | 49.21 | |
| 403 | 2010-02-22 19:33:36 | 48.83 |