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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1061 | 2011-12-30 22:47:24 | 72.87 | 91% |
| 1008 | 2011-09-03 20:40:29 | 50.81 | 79% |
| 733 | 2011-08-09 22:43:13 | 76.45 | 93% |