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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1433 | 2011-10-16 10:45:29 | 63.55 | 96% |
| 1238 | 2011-10-09 11:01:14 | 58.24 | 95% |
| 910 | 2011-04-10 11:35:59 | 53.53 |