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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 284 | 2013-03-15 15:12:09 | 55.40 | 92% |
| 221 | 2013-02-25 18:25:03 | 48.94 | 87% |