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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 843 | 2011-08-18 01:43:58 | 71.83 | 94% |
| 502 | 2011-07-25 03:02:44 | 63.56 | 95% |
| 171 | 2011-04-13 17:33:22 | 47.01 |