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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 83 | 2011-06-05 03:52:39 | 55.90 | 93% |
| 19 | 2010-08-09 14:47:30 | 51.55 |