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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 613 | 2011-12-24 03:42:53 | 46.40 | 97% |
| 370 | 2010-12-03 08:12:54 | 49.81 |