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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 289 | 2015-01-18 03:29:31 | 51.45 | 88% |
| 80 | 2014-04-21 07:22:08 | 43.01 | 89% |