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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2456 | 2012-05-24 22:23:36 | 59.94 | 93% |
| 2427 | 2012-05-24 21:52:03 | 57.91 | 91% |
| 1317 | 2010-06-14 14:10:45 | 74.74 | |
| 874 | 2010-05-11 07:46:10 | 60.40 | |
| 509 | 2010-05-04 17:19:36 | 64.87 |