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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 328 | 2011-06-04 15:14:27 | 91.78 | 99% |
| 165 | 2011-06-02 22:28:04 | 87.51 | 98% |