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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 238 | 2015-04-07 07:13:11 | 108.60 | 96% |
| 38 | 2013-12-08 10:56:07 | 107.22 | 93% |