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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 865 | 2012-12-30 11:05:18 | 71.62 | 95% |
| 218 | 2010-05-03 18:41:33 | 51.37 |