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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1285 | 2012-07-17 19:42:31 | 65.64 | 97% |
| 68 | 2009-10-21 17:25:32 | 66.42 |