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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 139 | 2013-09-17 16:20:49 | 65.69 | 86% |
| 107 | 2013-09-13 15:57:30 | 82.16 | 91% |