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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 145 | 2012-02-25 18:06:28 | 98.20 | 95% |
| 10 | 2010-11-11 20:31:46 | 89.03 |