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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 622 | 2012-01-07 16:44:32 | 56.27 | 94% |
| 319 | 2011-11-05 23:36:45 | 61.43 | 96% |
| 128 | 2011-10-30 21:12:52 | 69.49 | 95% |