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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1529 | 2014-05-14 12:31:03 | 71.68 | 96% |
| 1012 | 2010-03-26 12:00:01 | 70.17 | |
| 964 | 2010-01-29 11:41:14 | 64.30 | |
| 706 | 2009-09-14 09:08:39 | 63.85 | |
| 334 | 2009-05-13 16:38:09 | 47.00 | |
| 250 | 2009-04-22 10:34:09 | 53.83 |