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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 195 | 2012-01-25 11:31:59 | 89.69 | 98% |
| 129 | 2010-06-17 00:05:04 | 100.12 |