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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3106 | 2012-04-22 12:14:22 | 59.66 | 93% |
| 1431 | 2012-04-04 19:43:50 | 53.79 | 97% |
| 852 | 2012-03-29 14:52:51 | 45.74 | 92% |