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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 541 | 2015-07-13 16:52:00 | 99.72 | 97% |
| 482 | 2015-07-06 00:54:40 | 86.66 | 93% |