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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1737 | 2011-11-21 11:50:45 | 77.40 | 97% |
| 1688 | 2011-11-18 07:31:40 | 77.57 | 96% |
| 980 | 2009-09-16 19:48:29 | 50.34 |