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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 952 | 2013-06-26 08:47:42 | 63.39 | 98% |
| 903 | 2013-06-25 09:53:08 | 63.61 | 97% |