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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 942 | 2015-08-15 17:18:21 | 63.94 | 98% |
| 854 | 2015-07-24 01:04:48 | 55.38 | 94% |