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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 88 | 2015-03-27 17:01:15 | 81.75 | 86% |
| 5 | 2012-02-02 04:57:32 | 57.86 | 86% |