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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 849 | 2012-03-20 15:13:24 | 38.73 | 83% |
| 637 | 2012-02-20 09:53:24 | 44.39 | 89% |
| 152 | 2012-01-02 12:50:49 | 44.00 | 90% |