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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 772 | 2011-10-22 08:17:57 | 49.80 | 95% |
| 549 | 2011-08-15 02:56:49 | 62.62 | 94% |
| 324 | 2011-05-25 04:35:36 | 44.12 | 86% |