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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 795 | 2011-10-08 15:46:33 | 74.21 | 96% |
| 493 | 2011-09-24 17:41:55 | 71.51 | 96% |
| 448 | 2011-09-22 04:21:53 | 69.22 | 94% |
| 148 | 2011-09-03 05:24:44 | 60.40 | 91% |