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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 909 | 2014-04-02 06:08:37 | 74.59 | 98% |
| 135 | 2011-03-07 06:18:59 | 68.95 |