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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 50 | 2014-11-17 06:06:58 | 144.77 | 95% |
| 25 | 2013-05-21 05:29:22 | 127.91 | 95% |