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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1395 | 2011-05-29 11:47:49 | 64.72 | 88% |
| 1341 | 2011-05-27 12:50:34 | 68.74 | 90% |
| 205 | 2011-05-04 09:35:00 | 60.67 | 92% |