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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 383 | 2013-10-05 20:15:19 | 63.14 | 95% |
| 93 | 2013-05-12 17:41:21 | 78.34 | 98% |