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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2569 | 2012-10-18 12:51:04 | 62.54 | 98% |
| 2389 | 2012-09-29 12:04:50 | 48.50 | 93% |