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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1330 | 2011-10-07 16:26:07 | 81.14 | 90% |
| 715 | 2011-09-09 16:33:56 | 78.04 | 90% |