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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 161 | 2015-03-03 05:13:05 | 78.16 | 97% |
| 6 | 2014-01-26 08:01:07 | 61.78 | 97% |