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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 216 | 2013-01-19 02:50:07 | 129.72 | 99% |
| 94 | 2012-10-04 02:52:36 | 109.48 | 97% |