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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 166 | 2014-11-14 06:56:51 | 132.35 | 93% |
| 140 | 2014-08-29 22:40:18 | 128.88 | 94% |