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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 663 | 2012-08-25 13:13:22 | 38.66 | 97% |
| 624 | 2012-08-23 12:49:32 | 38.82 | 97% |