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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 383 | 2012-11-03 17:36:32 | 65.11 | 95% |
| 292 | 2012-10-31 00:02:32 | 58.47 | 94% |
| 4 | 2012-10-20 15:28:02 | 60.82 | 96% |