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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2055 | 2011-06-03 20:53:08 | 59.19 | 100% |
| 1457 | 2009-10-27 17:22:00 | 52.30 | |
| 1156 | 2009-10-04 19:46:27 | 47.12 | |
| 114 | 2009-08-24 18:24:26 | 42.82 |