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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2042 | 2012-12-26 16:38:39 | 55.03 | 91% |
| 1263 | 2012-06-27 23:44:33 | 40.78 | 85% |
| 1051 | 2012-06-09 00:59:53 | 41.77 | 86% |