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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 532 | 2014-07-26 15:28:55 | 71.03 | 97% |
| 465 | 2014-07-19 22:48:32 | 65.68 | 95% |