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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1329 | 2013-12-25 23:38:40 | 70.33 | 94% |
| 565 | 2013-06-25 18:11:21 | 73.68 | 95% |