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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 621 | 2011-12-13 13:14:53 | 77.15 | 95% |
| 597 | 2011-12-11 12:51:30 | 74.98 | 97% |