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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 884 | 2012-12-21 12:19:15 | 82.46 | 96% |
| 484 | 2012-12-02 07:25:49 | 74.66 | 92% |
| 328 | 2012-11-25 06:23:25 | 81.74 | 93% |