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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2474 | 2012-04-11 13:22:33 | 96.53 | 94% |
| 2210 | 2012-04-07 17:35:43 | 100.65 | 96% |
| 1645 | 2012-02-08 19:44:57 | 82.92 | 87% |