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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 411 | 2013-01-03 10:35:15 | 61.83 | 91% |
| 119 | 2010-12-03 14:24:55 | 59.81 | |
| 71 | 2010-12-02 12:21:06 | 48.48 |