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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 951 | 2013-01-23 16:54:38 | 49.12 | 91% |
| 859 | 2013-01-20 18:58:09 | 57.11 | 89% |
| 348 | 2012-11-03 04:22:27 | 54.08 | 91% |