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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 520 | 2011-07-15 20:51:07 | 115.27 | 93% |
| 489 | 2011-07-12 21:34:46 | 95.61 | 88% |
| 359 | 2011-07-12 02:09:24 | 121.99 | 95% |