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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 138 | 2013-09-26 15:15:26 | 74.08 | 96% |
| 115 | 2013-09-22 10:42:37 | 69.57 | 96% |