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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 408 | 2012-01-12 14:40:21 | 87.10 | 88% |
| 282 | 2011-12-14 18:36:59 | 78.71 | 88% |
| 139 | 2011-09-22 17:53:35 | 77.45 | 87% |