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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 729 | 2013-10-23 08:00:40 | 63.68 | 95% |
| 374 | 2013-04-12 06:05:27 | 64.50 | 93% |
| 140 | 2012-11-23 11:19:52 | 64.49 | 93% |