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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2162 | 2013-01-22 13:32:16 | 55.49 | 92% |
| 1339 | 2012-10-01 19:07:05 | 46.68 | 91% |