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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1278 | 2013-01-21 17:41:18 | 54.29 | 92% |
| 1264 | 2013-01-19 21:49:23 | 53.88 | 95% |
| 575 | 2012-06-10 14:05:09 | 49.54 | 91% |