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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 171 | 2013-08-03 10:46:44 | 96.86 | 95% |
| 145 | 2013-07-26 10:18:36 | 68.35 | 87% |