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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 979 | 2012-07-09 18:15:14 | 89.26 | 100% |
| 958 | 2012-07-09 16:53:14 | 77.74 | 94% |