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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1133 | 2013-12-17 14:34:19 | 84.85 | 97% |
| 457 | 2013-07-11 15:21:42 | 88.27 | 98% |