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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 969 | 2013-04-20 21:14:09 | 74.33 | 92% |
| 818 | 2013-04-13 19:51:17 | 78.44 | 93% |
| 7 | 2012-11-12 19:18:58 | 54.13 | 89% |