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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 889 | 2013-01-20 03:37:44 | 79.71 | 99% |
| 602 | 2013-01-07 04:07:42 | 74.94 | 95% |