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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1138 | 2012-04-06 16:11:50 | 76.97 | 96% |
| 535 | 2010-12-25 19:19:13 | 64.33 | |
| 199 | 2010-12-13 18:23:27 | 60.54 |