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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 178 | 2012-12-22 19:34:48 | 97.68 | 96% |
| 54 | 2012-11-14 22:36:42 | 90.77 | 93% |