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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 989 | 2012-10-09 17:36:06 | 67.51 | 96% |
| 818 | 2012-09-29 11:00:51 | 60.67 | 98% |
| 110 | 2011-06-22 14:59:08 | 40.43 | 95% |