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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1017 | 2014-02-18 06:13:15 | 48.71 | 87% |
| 281 | 2014-02-02 13:26:34 | 57.60 | 95% |