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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 393 | 2011-08-04 03:51:20 | 106.36 | 96% |
| 361 | 2011-07-24 01:33:24 | 106.99 | 96% |