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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 439 | 2014-01-03 02:37:53 | 68.86 | 91% |
| 187 | 2013-06-24 04:25:06 | 61.73 | 91% |