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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 349 | 2015-04-21 19:08:15 | 120.83 | 97% |
| 30 | 2014-05-01 23:15:43 | 87.10 | 93% |