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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1525 | 2012-02-08 11:30:12 | 111.26 | 93% |
| 1151 | 2011-11-06 10:01:47 | 94.50 | 94% |
| 716 | 2011-10-04 01:22:10 | 91.53 | 94% |