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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 238 | 2014-01-17 16:39:38 | 52.85 | 94% |
| 189 | 2014-01-07 16:43:02 | 49.84 | 95% |