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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 103 | 2014-09-30 04:20:15 | 101.15 | 97% |
| 9 | 2013-01-05 12:00:16 | 78.71 | 96% |