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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 973 | 2011-08-07 22:47:25 | 88.38 | 96% |
| 356 | 2011-04-17 15:28:50 | 93.70 |