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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 208 | 2014-08-11 09:58:46 | 74.70 | 82% |
| 64 | 2014-07-29 15:10:17 | 78.11 | 84% |