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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 342 | 2011-09-02 18:19:21 | 126.83 | 99% |
| 55 | 2011-08-09 21:49:35 | 122.24 | 98% |