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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 47 | 2013-02-11 19:28:23 | 114.74 | 95% |
| 25 | 2013-02-05 23:21:24 | 116.22 | 95% |