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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 728 | 2013-04-20 23:19:04 | 110.84 | 97% |
| 82 | 2009-10-02 21:00:09 | 96.24 | |
| 21 | 2009-09-29 00:45:21 | 103.84 |