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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1206 | 2013-04-20 07:18:30 | 65.35 | 85% |
| 1173 | 2013-04-19 08:35:38 | 64.15 | 88% |
| 909 | 2013-02-03 05:04:10 | 70.87 | 91% |
| 251 | 2011-12-31 09:08:21 | 56.30 | 83% |