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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 130 | 2013-12-20 01:53:27 | 52.67 | 97% |
| 101 | 2013-12-13 18:45:18 | 48.76 | 95% |