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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1996 | 2013-04-27 01:04:24 | 153.40 | 96% |
| 1922 | 2013-04-26 19:02:49 | 160.75 | 97% |
| 986 | 2011-10-25 08:30:49 | 133.38 | 95% |
| 539 | 2011-07-03 14:32:29 | 153.55 | 97% |
| 263 | 2011-07-01 02:58:32 | 151.08 | 97% |
| 63 | 2011-06-29 03:28:51 | 157.83 | 96% |