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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 225 | 2016-02-06 18:57:44 | 88.46 | 96% |
| 101 | 2015-03-15 17:14:38 | 79.80 | 87% |