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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 883 | 2015-04-22 06:43:36 | 108.97 | 97% |
| 290 | 2012-02-05 04:15:30 | 67.34 | 93% |