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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1845 | 2014-12-01 09:40:19 | 55.32 | 96% |
| 243 | 2012-08-18 08:59:41 | 37.62 | 96% |