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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 649 | 2014-06-03 11:50:58 | 87.70 | 90% |
| 286 | 2014-01-18 21:08:01 | 86.43 | 92% |