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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 410 | 2014-12-24 19:47:41 | 87.40 | 92% |
| 64 | 2014-07-25 17:26:48 | 69.85 | 86% |