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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1186 | 2015-11-11 06:31:08 | 94.18 | 95% |
| 716 | 2015-02-24 01:17:35 | 84.50 | 96% |