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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 368 | 2011-08-11 20:40:10 | 80.80 | 93% |
| 228 | 2011-08-08 19:22:31 | 40.26 | 94% |
| 25 | 2011-07-29 07:18:07 | 73.53 | 98% |