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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1097 | 2012-03-29 14:53:08 | 69.56 | 95% |
| 686 | 2011-06-27 16:49:02 | 69.67 | 97% |
| 241 | 2010-11-09 16:15:16 | 67.38 |