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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1542 | 2013-10-03 17:24:28 | 65.94 | 97% |
| 730 | 2011-05-31 19:46:00 | 68.21 | 97% |
| 701 | 2011-05-20 23:10:05 | 61.10 | 95% |