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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1285 | 2012-07-06 06:51:03 | 50.33 | 90% |
| 670 | 2010-10-26 06:48:07 | 60.72 | |
| 645 | 2010-10-26 05:44:44 | 59.40 | |
| 306 | 2010-10-05 02:46:20 | 51.27 | |
| 176 | 2010-09-30 05:06:27 | 53.39 |