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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1880 | 2011-10-09 16:58:11 | 56.94 | 98% |
| 1806 | 2011-08-05 12:34:10 | 51.20 | 95% |
| 1681 | 2011-07-14 18:14:50 | 48.32 | 95% |
| 1583 | 2011-05-12 15:17:10 | 50.05 | 95% |