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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1116 | 2011-10-10 08:52:45 | 48.29 | 82% |
| 275 | 2011-08-29 10:47:44 | 54.52 | 91% |