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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 506 | 2014-10-26 14:53:48 | 56.27 | 93% |
| 469 | 2014-09-18 19:42:21 | 53.81 | 91% |