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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 180 | 2011-11-03 12:55:19 | 80.90 | 33% |
| 148 | 2011-11-01 03:23:11 | 110.23 | 93% |