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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 930 | 2011-09-19 03:20:37 | 56.78 | 97% |
| 927 | 2011-09-15 09:49:43 | 63.22 | 99% |
| 923 | 2011-09-15 09:34:26 | 61.21 | 98% |
| 634 | 2011-07-05 07:01:21 | 58.59 | 95% |
| 16 | 2011-06-07 09:51:54 | 33.79 | 95% |