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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 624 | 2014-02-16 19:56:17 | 70.27 | 95% |
| 208 | 2012-07-15 05:30:52 | 69.91 | 96% |