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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1088 | 2013-09-20 23:50:46 | 93.45 | 93% |
| 711 | 2012-08-08 00:36:32 | 81.14 | 92% |
| 209 | 2010-05-25 13:10:32 | 79.40 |