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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 570 | 2014-10-22 23:16:50 | 109.11 | 92% |
| 384 | 2014-10-17 00:34:45 | 110.36 | 97% |