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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 171 | 2014-05-26 09:47:53 | 76.03 | 99% |
| 168 | 2014-05-26 09:43:28 | 67.87 | 97% |