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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 431 | 2012-07-31 18:45:26 | 76.00 | 100% |
| 426 | 2012-07-31 18:37:52 | 74.18 | 99% |
| 60 | 2010-11-12 01:08:17 | 67.85 |