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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 779 | 2015-05-30 20:39:24 | 103.94 | 97% |
| 582 | 2014-01-20 07:13:31 | 103.14 | 96% |