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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 196 | 2016-06-16 01:50:15 | 88.52 | 97% |
| 125 | 2015-10-13 17:07:50 | 101.12 | 97% |