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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2006 | 2013-05-03 03:08:47 | 123.82 | 96% |
| 1601 | 2012-05-09 23:46:08 | 112.53 | 88% |
| 1292 | 2012-04-29 22:01:16 | 141.28 | 97% |
| 247 | 2008-12-31 19:33:22 | 129.32 |