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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 769 | 2012-04-24 16:23:00 | 82.48 | 97% |
| 521 | 2012-04-06 22:21:04 | 77.87 | 94% |
| 483 | 2012-03-30 19:19:31 | 80.63 | 96% |