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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 322 | 2014-05-03 03:57:30 | 72.05 | 97% |
| 295 | 2014-03-24 20:43:43 | 62.97 | 93% |