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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 848 | 2013-10-14 14:19:27 | 62.69 | 93% |
| 615 | 2013-04-24 11:47:39 | 59.97 | 95% |