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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 267 | 2016-04-08 18:33:36 | 95.25 | 96% |
| 197 | 2015-05-24 19:34:08 | 98.94 | 92% |