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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1406 | 2013-05-14 23:02:12 | 110.18 | 99% |
| 1017 | 2012-11-28 18:12:28 | 91.55 | 92% |