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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 946 | 2013-12-05 20:03:45 | 49.45 | 98% |
| 119 | 2012-02-06 06:17:49 | 48.04 | 96% |