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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 80 | 2012-02-25 15:33:52 | 69.60 | 98% |
| 25 | 2012-02-22 18:33:58 | 65.24 | 96% |