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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 931 | 2015-05-06 06:44:50 | 77.24 | 97% |
| 440 | 2015-03-25 08:10:30 | 63.30 | 94% |