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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 814 | 2015-10-25 23:01:49 | 59.39 | 95% |
| 337 | 2015-09-12 00:36:19 | 61.14 | 97% |