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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2732 | 2012-07-28 18:55:58 | 54.62 | 94% |
| 2652 | 2012-07-06 02:10:14 | 47.10 | 88% |
| 2344 | 2012-05-07 05:37:13 | 53.43 | 88% |
| 1884 | 2011-08-12 20:53:16 | 45.18 | 91% |
| 1466 | 2011-01-01 13:10:40 | 52.74 |