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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2094 | 2011-08-14 11:42:56 | 56.34 | 88% |
| 1434 | 2011-08-03 06:56:25 | 55.30 | 85% |
| 438 | 2011-06-30 02:58:18 | 48.74 | 85% |