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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 798 | 2013-09-12 13:55:16 | 56.29 | 95% |
| 562 | 2013-09-10 12:01:03 | 48.17 | 92% |