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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 305 | 2013-06-23 09:45:00 | 103.61 | 94% |
| 171 | 2011-10-25 10:21:40 | 111.51 | 96% |