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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 271 | 2011-11-10 03:17:12 | 75.03 | 93% |
| 261 | 2011-11-10 02:27:01 | 69.41 | 92% |
| 47 | 2011-10-30 23:30:22 | 63.28 | 89% |