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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 670 | 2011-08-07 08:05:03 | 83.39 | 92% |
| 587 | 2011-07-30 18:15:09 | 95.36 | 91% |
| 418 | 2011-07-27 04:47:23 | 108.48 | 96% |
| 375 | 2011-07-23 21:18:08 | 82.96 | 90% |