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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 718 | 2012-05-27 09:26:52 | 87.85 | 96% |
| 195 | 2012-01-29 22:32:29 | 78.40 | 94% |