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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 847 | 2014-03-30 11:36:03 | 122.09 | 96% |
| 422 | 2014-01-26 11:25:29 | 95.77 | 92% |