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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1526 | 2013-02-19 04:54:37 | 64.26 | 97% |
| 882 | 2010-08-04 07:46:31 | 63.40 | |
| 844 | 2010-08-04 04:22:16 | 56.71 | |
| 276 | 2010-07-19 10:58:25 | 60.50 |