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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1414 | 2011-12-17 18:53:30 | 51.06 | 97% |
| 1381 | 2011-12-12 13:05:23 | 54.50 | 98% |
| 1295 | 2011-12-04 07:02:28 | 47.36 | 96% |
| 749 | 2011-10-25 19:03:35 | 51.15 | 97% |