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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 205 | 2011-09-04 20:14:10 | 89.94 | 97% |
| 158 | 2011-09-02 18:05:33 | 95.40 | 97% |