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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1639 | 2012-07-04 13:57:09 | 79.84 | 94% |
| 585 | 2012-03-29 14:57:22 | 60.69 | 97% |
| 504 | 2012-03-27 17:46:04 | 66.31 | 96% |
| 187 | 2012-03-25 00:40:45 | 58.85 | 95% |