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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1352 | 2012-09-04 11:40:28 | 57.42 | 95% |
| 1237 | 2012-09-01 17:46:15 | 51.17 | 92% |
| 902 | 2012-08-19 10:18:23 | 58.05 | 97% |