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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 658 | 2014-02-10 01:45:18 | 42.07 | 97% |
| 518 | 2014-02-07 03:07:00 | 40.64 | 95% |