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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1213 | 2011-11-30 06:51:01 | 114.08 | 98% |
| 648 | 2011-03-06 11:01:07 | 134.15 |