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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2389 | 2013-04-07 13:15:34 | 39.85 | 90% |
| 2071 | 2013-01-28 10:17:40 | 53.04 | 92% |