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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 666 | 2011-12-01 09:44:07 | 109.78 | 98% |
| 261 | 2011-11-09 06:54:11 | 106.65 | 97% |