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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 218 | 2011-12-30 21:22:20 | 75.85 | 95% |
| 151 | 2011-08-28 21:58:23 | 78.31 | 97% |