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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1260 | 2012-05-27 14:05:00 | 77.02 | 98% |
| 380 | 2012-03-02 02:48:38 | 73.32 | 99% |