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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2674 | 2013-08-29 03:12:58 | 65.45 | 96% |
| 2226 | 2011-08-05 08:42:30 | 58.55 | 89% |
| 1760 | 2010-12-17 10:01:04 | 49.12 | |
| 1517 | 2010-11-02 16:00:11 | 53.16 |