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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1019 | 2011-12-17 00:27:50 | 61.43 | 99% |
| 488 | 2011-01-29 23:52:08 | 49.26 | |
| 344 | 2011-01-17 21:48:56 | 48.73 | |
| 154 | 2011-01-09 03:22:16 | 46.78 |