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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1455 | 2012-09-14 12:40:49 | 75.61 | 95% |
| 1454 | 2012-09-14 12:39:50 | 71.32 | 96% |
| 1322 | 2012-08-18 10:23:40 | 66.42 | 95% |
| 763 | 2011-04-02 01:32:34 | 56.35 |