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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1109 | 2012-12-12 13:43:49 | 50.47 | 90% |
| 1038 | 2012-08-30 14:23:10 | 54.20 | 94% |
| 814 | 2012-03-19 07:49:09 | 46.40 | 94% |