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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1164 | 2012-11-27 18:56:01 | 65.33 | 93% |
| 761 | 2011-12-19 15:27:07 | 66.61 | 93% |
| 480 | 2011-11-10 14:20:05 | 70.54 | 94% |