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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 162 | 2012-10-20 11:20:44 | 94.24 | 89% |
| 1 | 2010-03-29 11:50:05 | 120.40 |