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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2025 | 2016-08-24 18:40:49 | 87.65 | 93% |
| 729 | 2016-06-21 06:01:15 | 70.31 | 91% |