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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 331 | 2015-12-15 03:59:54 | 106.01 | 97% |
| 24 | 2014-04-08 06:08:23 | 102.95 | 96% |