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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1422 | 2015-04-01 21:08:35 | 78.85 | 96% |
| 1157 | 2014-07-25 07:50:14 | 87.05 | 97% |