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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 854 | 2015-06-06 18:04:39 | 128.79 | 95% |
| 699 | 2015-04-22 14:14:59 | 134.38 | 96% |