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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 576 | 2016-06-22 18:19:20 | 54.38 | 97% |
| 235 | 2015-06-16 21:02:16 | 49.56 | 94% |