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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 75 | 2014-03-01 11:07:05 | 79.09 | 96% |
| 57 | 2013-01-25 10:49:54 | 66.18 | 96% |