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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1398 | 2014-11-09 07:30:25 | 42.60 | 89% |
| 271 | 2014-08-10 18:50:15 | 47.42 | 94% |