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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1297 | 2014-12-14 19:49:47 | 85.99 | 96% |
| 829 | 2010-09-13 15:11:51 | 82.84 | |
| 194 | 2010-07-13 10:45:30 | 66.52 |