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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 293 | 2014-02-24 12:22:29 | 82.91 | 96% |
| 289 | 2014-02-24 12:17:15 | 78.99 | 96% |