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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 976 | 2013-11-02 04:57:37 | 43.23 | 95% |
| 415 | 2011-10-21 06:29:15 | 46.09 | 92% |