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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 176 | 2016-10-24 22:25:20 | 83.30 | 94% |
| 20 | 2015-05-25 00:24:07 | 77.39 | 94% |