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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 68 | 2012-04-06 12:53:59 | 65.91 | 99% |
| 36 | 2012-04-06 02:42:06 | 60.85 | 97% |