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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1165 | 2011-05-26 12:22:09 | 52.66 | 94% |
| 1150 | 2011-05-23 12:04:15 | 45.84 | 85% |
| 1083 | 2011-05-05 19:46:14 | 52.67 | 95% |
| 862 | 2011-04-25 21:43:48 | 43.59 |