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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 373 | 2012-04-29 21:22:58 | 131.04 | 96% |
| 350 | 2012-04-29 10:17:48 | 135.70 | 99% |