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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 924 | 2011-07-26 04:40:39 | 60.98 | 93% |
| 355 | 2011-07-04 16:41:12 | 47.89 | 89% |
| 283 | 2011-07-01 17:25:19 | 54.01 | 92% |