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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1089 | 2012-05-27 18:41:06 | 48.07 | 95% |
| 1087 | 2012-05-27 18:38:30 | 37.84 | 88% |