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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 648 | 2012-11-10 07:20:08 | 81.39 | 97% |
| 633 | 2012-11-10 07:04:54 | 76.28 | 94% |
| 356 | 2012-11-07 02:42:49 | 76.33 | 95% |