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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 495 | 2012-10-04 04:06:34 | 128.93 | 96% |
| 307 | 2012-03-13 00:44:31 | 125.94 | 99% |