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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 358 | 2012-02-17 08:01:05 | 70.68 | 95% |
| 257 | 2011-09-15 04:29:14 | 71.71 | 99% |
| 122 | 2010-06-23 12:29:24 | 68.85 |