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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 599 | 2011-08-31 11:47:56 | 72.52 | 96% |
| 415 | 2009-01-08 12:46:46 | 57.19 |