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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 117 | 2016-01-27 10:47:14 | 108.58 | 95% |
| 14 | 2013-09-20 06:23:35 | 94.48 | 94% |