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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 698 | 2011-07-20 10:22:12 | 62.36 | 95% |
| 648 | 2011-07-12 11:04:47 | 50.74 | 89% |
| 300 | 2010-10-14 09:00:42 | 32.88 |