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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 158 | 2011-11-03 08:24:16 | 106.12 | 95% |
| 52 | 2009-06-28 23:33:53 | 114.00 |