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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 728 | 2012-05-10 05:27:15 | 55.69 | 94% |
| 603 | 2012-05-08 06:04:19 | 45.31 | 89% |