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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 276 | 2014-05-07 03:01:56 | 131.60 | 100% |
| 38 | 2009-01-01 00:13:29 | 131.61 |