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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 661 | 2012-04-19 21:38:55 | 86.40 | 94% |
| 57 | 2010-09-21 21:58:18 | 70.88 |