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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 524 | 2012-06-05 11:29:19 | 70.28 | 91% |
| 196 | 2011-11-27 10:24:22 | 53.87 | 87% |
| 174 | 2011-11-27 09:18:08 | 59.41 | 90% |