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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1482 | 2012-05-29 05:28:13 | 62.66 | 92% |
| 293 | 2011-11-01 06:43:28 | 52.50 | 95% |