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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1994 | 2013-03-29 15:57:39 | 62.29 | 86% |
| 510 | 2012-12-24 17:41:29 | 68.20 | 92% |
| 508 | 2012-12-24 17:38:59 | 67.34 | 93% |
| 472 | 2012-12-24 15:14:19 | 72.03 | 96% |
| 316 | 2012-12-01 13:35:17 | 74.33 | 97% |