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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 446 | 2015-09-15 12:01:38 | 75.84 | 97% |
| 226 | 2015-07-19 11:17:09 | 71.95 | 98% |