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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 664 | 2013-10-05 01:14:07 | 48.94 | 92% |
| 481 | 2013-09-30 04:13:00 | 47.74 | 97% |