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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2644 | 2011-12-12 05:01:45 | 116.83 | 94% |
| 2180 | 2011-12-04 05:55:07 | 117.16 | 95% |
| 1318 | 2011-11-21 20:33:19 | 111.21 | 93% |