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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 43 | 2013-10-01 19:12:07 | 130.97 | 98% |
| 37 | 2013-10-01 19:05:38 | 127.41 | 97% |