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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1143 | 2013-11-28 06:19:03 | 38.64 | 94% |
| 527 | 2013-10-14 19:27:03 | 40.37 | 96% |
| 23 | 2009-10-08 05:24:16 | 40.69 |