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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1307 | 2014-03-31 19:38:25 | 97.61 | 96% |
| 980 | 2012-08-17 21:26:18 | 86.70 | 93% |
| 585 | 2009-09-14 20:23:04 | 83.33 | |
| 390 | 2009-07-13 01:01:50 | 82.77 | |
| 148 | 2009-06-11 19:27:16 | 78.39 | |
| 75 | 2009-06-08 23:41:15 | 82.01 |