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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1500 | 2013-02-25 04:04:37 | 52.84 | 90% |
| 1487 | 2013-02-24 07:38:13 | 58.69 | 94% |