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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 108 | 2011-06-05 22:57:42 | 90.90 | 95% |
| 104 | 2011-04-02 21:18:52 | 88.91 |