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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 611 | 2012-06-05 13:52:56 | 58.64 | 94% |
| 411 | 2012-05-18 12:26:12 | 44.18 | 91% |