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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 316 | 2014-08-01 15:03:26 | 116.04 | 100% |
| 183 | 2014-07-04 19:44:54 | 116.04 | 99% |