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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 810 | 2011-12-16 11:04:59 | 118.61 | 99% |
| 684 | 2011-12-14 06:06:26 | 119.83 | 97% |