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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 168 | 2013-11-22 18:04:56 | 56.80 | 91% |
| 17 | 2010-09-30 05:06:50 | 38.42 |