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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1223 | 2012-01-20 16:39:22 | 81.50 | 99% |
| 688 | 2010-07-21 13:36:07 | 87.50 | |
| 376 | 2010-07-14 21:18:28 | 83.90 |