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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 350 | 2014-05-16 18:00:40 | 59.05 | 95% |
| 158 | 2013-07-20 14:59:20 | 56.39 | 97% |