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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1233 | 2014-01-20 15:59:26 | 95.30 | 96% |
| 181 | 2013-09-27 14:22:27 | 79.24 | 96% |