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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1043 | 2012-03-11 03:17:21 | 83.32 | 93% |
| 855 | 2010-03-09 14:03:04 | 64.80 | |
| 452 | 2009-11-23 18:26:06 | 56.05 |