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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1099 | 2011-06-04 16:54:00 | 100.74 | 97% |
| 730 | 2009-07-17 16:20:04 | 79.49 | |
| 539 | 2009-06-14 13:12:24 | 73.86 | |
| 306 | 2009-06-11 12:14:45 | 81.38 |