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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 306 | 2013-01-05 00:52:11 | 58.85 | 98% |
| 286 | 2012-12-10 02:23:45 | 58.25 | 91% |
| 203 | 2011-08-02 01:45:01 | 51.30 | 90% |
| 195 | 2011-07-06 20:12:00 | 52.88 | 93% |