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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1854 | 2012-01-10 14:20:26 | 57.07 | 89% |
| 1519 | 2011-11-15 20:33:15 | 60.35 | 89% |
| 71 | 2011-10-07 05:31:42 | 49.68 | 85% |