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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 420 | 2011-08-03 19:55:21 | 79.65 | 99% |
| 401 | 2011-08-03 16:40:43 | 81.54 | 100% |