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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 902 | 2015-11-12 16:43:00 | 56.76 | 93% |
| 625 | 2014-09-18 13:20:08 | 51.45 | 92% |