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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 198 | 2013-10-11 06:09:32 | 66.34 | 88% |
| 146 | 2013-01-09 09:57:32 | 98.10 | 97% |