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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 927 | 2012-01-02 00:25:26 | 72.93 | 94% |
| 839 | 2011-12-07 22:54:32 | 78.83 | 93% |
| 743 | 2011-11-21 04:50:50 | 76.57 | 95% |
| 537 | 2011-11-09 08:46:41 | 79.90 | 95% |