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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 888 | 2013-09-27 09:29:14 | 73.22 | 98% |
| 512 | 2013-09-19 07:02:54 | 69.92 | 97% |