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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 979 | 2012-04-09 14:16:08 | 63.00 | 98% |
| 936 | 2012-04-09 12:39:42 | 50.66 | 91% |