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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1090 | 2014-01-31 06:54:35 | 52.54 | 92% |
| 115 | 2013-11-19 09:01:32 | 36.79 | 91% |