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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 420 | 2013-05-30 18:36:55 | 96.57 | 96% |
| 130 | 2011-09-01 19:21:19 | 69.97 | 94% |