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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 201 | 2011-07-06 03:10:56 | 148.43 | 97% |
| 12 | 2010-02-12 07:09:03 | 140.34 |