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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1879 | 2012-08-25 03:34:22 | 57.90 | 92% |
| 1624 | 2012-08-10 16:21:13 | 64.33 | 97% |
| 1511 | 2012-08-02 04:08:31 | 49.55 | 88% |
| 1043 | 2012-04-29 05:59:51 | 53.65 | 94% |