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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 35 | 2014-04-27 23:27:44 | 71.15 | 99% |
| 17 | 2014-04-24 22:22:54 | 74.09 | 99% |