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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 244 | 2013-11-28 06:53:31 | 62.47 | 98% |
| 210 | 2013-11-19 08:30:47 | 49.34 | 92% |