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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1285 | 2011-07-14 16:14:56 | 63.44 | 93% |
| 720 | 2011-05-01 04:20:56 | 60.29 | |
| 673 | 2011-04-28 12:39:53 | 49.94 |