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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 869 | 2011-08-19 08:50:12 | 48.19 | 89% |
| 763 | 2011-08-16 10:36:06 | 48.13 | 87% |
| 326 | 2011-08-09 04:41:57 | 53.61 | 95% |