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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1074 | 2016-02-18 17:19:32 | 78.64 | 92% |
| 253 | 2015-12-15 05:34:49 | 75.72 | 91% |