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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 856 | 2011-12-18 11:17:19 | 59.64 | 95% |
| 558 | 2011-12-13 13:07:34 | 58.31 | 93% |
| 357 | 2011-12-10 09:49:43 | 57.82 | 94% |