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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 191 | 2016-02-20 01:00:40 | 112.61 | 94% |
| 99 | 2015-07-07 17:48:33 | 42.93 | 89% |