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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 160 | 2012-07-22 05:50:38 | 68.81 | 94% |
| 46 | 2012-02-19 14:23:19 | 58.12 | 89% |