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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 863 | 2015-07-11 06:45:07 | 53.60 | 92% |
| 426 | 2014-08-23 13:19:08 | 53.84 | 92% |