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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2081 | 2011-06-24 03:15:40 | 81.51 | 97% |
| 1828 | 2010-12-15 19:42:18 | 79.02 | |
| 1673 | 2010-04-08 19:11:06 | 74.68 | |
| 1424 | 2009-04-11 01:11:58 | 69.98 | |
| 952 | 2009-01-09 22:44:33 | 58.94 | |
| 822 | 2009-01-07 13:21:55 | 66.23 |