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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1737 | 2012-08-29 21:13:20 | 80.22 | 97% |
| 1427 | 2011-12-24 14:03:46 | 69.98 | 98% |
| 736 | 2011-08-23 06:59:19 | 58.77 | 96% |