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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1619 | 2012-04-27 03:20:44 | 81.94 | 90% |
| 676 | 2010-08-24 04:22:25 | 61.33 | |
| 525 | 2010-01-14 19:51:34 | 45.48 | |
| 112 | 2009-12-12 05:55:54 | 38.52 |