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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1631 | 2011-07-03 11:52:43 | 65.59 | 97% |
| 690 | 2011-06-14 09:00:30 | 84.52 | 100% |