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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1074 | 2014-04-08 16:54:38 | 99.63 | 99% |
| 121 | 2011-12-03 06:26:58 | 59.68 | 93% |