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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 958 | 2013-08-14 16:39:46 | 61.13 | 95% |
| 561 | 2013-07-26 20:18:35 | 58.12 | 98% |