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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 72 | 2012-04-16 05:08:16 | 122.05 | 97% |
| 63 | 2012-04-16 02:24:30 | 126.37 | 99% |