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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1135 | 2011-10-20 15:18:18 | 59.75 | 97% |
| 843 | 2011-10-16 02:42:44 | 59.03 | 97% |