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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 189 | 2013-02-05 08:45:15 | 127.15 | 99% |
| 144 | 2013-01-28 02:42:19 | 119.96 | 97% |