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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 547 | 2011-12-26 07:31:49 | 63.77 | 97% |
| 255 | 2011-12-15 06:23:10 | 68.14 | 94% |
| 60 | 2011-12-07 08:48:52 | 70.64 | 97% |
| 49 | 2011-12-07 08:32:54 | 67.83 | 98% |