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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2188 | 2011-10-07 05:26:16 | 43.24 | 89% |
| 867 | 2011-09-26 02:19:05 | 43.65 | 95% |