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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 375 | 2013-10-07 05:44:50 | 130.97 | 97% |
| 324 | 2013-10-01 02:13:48 | 141.99 | 97% |