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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 848 | 2016-01-07 01:39:27 | 76.75 | 95% |
| 468 | 2015-04-17 01:56:33 | 71.26 | 93% |