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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 274 | 2014-06-13 21:28:25 | 70.40 | 91% |
| 224 | 2013-09-05 15:53:16 | 64.76 | 88% |