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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 930 | 2014-06-30 06:52:16 | 61.64 | 92% |
| 18 | 2009-04-22 03:13:02 | 39.71 |