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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1337 | 2013-04-09 21:09:42 | 44.91 | 80% |
| 1266 | 2011-11-15 20:14:33 | 53.92 | 86% |
| 968 | 2011-01-10 18:29:15 | 45.96 |