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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 582 | 2013-03-24 06:49:54 | 53.93 | 93% |
| 462 | 2013-03-19 17:44:39 | 53.86 | 94% |