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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 120 | 2012-12-30 04:52:18 | 116.16 | 99% |
| 94 | 2012-12-22 16:44:43 | 121.49 | 99% |