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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1983 | 2013-03-17 11:37:38 | 62.83 | 97% |
| 1435 | 2011-12-31 23:24:03 | 53.52 | 95% |
| 608 | 2011-08-04 18:32:56 | 47.75 | 97% |