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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 607 | 2011-10-06 13:43:53 | 71.97 | 91% |
| 312 | 2011-05-12 08:11:25 | 73.99 | 93% |
| 291 | 2011-04-30 22:57:28 | 50.73 | |
| 2 | 2011-03-24 04:50:10 | 69.73 |