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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1147 | 2011-12-22 22:58:04 | 104.99 | 99% |
| 658 | 2011-10-08 17:34:41 | 90.44 | 93% |