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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 298 | 2016-01-05 08:20:54 | 91.70 | 98% |
| 201 | 2015-12-02 09:45:17 | 70.94 | 91% |