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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 712 | 2012-03-11 13:15:05 | 51.20 | 95% |
| 677 | 2012-03-06 04:46:51 | 56.55 | 97% |