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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 826 | 2013-07-11 06:32:02 | 57.87 | 95% |
| 477 | 2012-02-06 02:32:35 | 45.77 | 91% |
| 404 | 2011-10-14 04:23:12 | 51.04 | 95% |