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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 669 | 2013-04-18 15:35:08 | 72.08 | 93% |
| 355 | 2012-02-01 14:09:06 | 64.66 | 90% |
| 350 | 2012-02-01 14:02:02 | 80.40 | 94% |
| 30 | 2011-11-29 18:24:36 | 61.70 | 90% |