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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1185 | 2014-01-18 08:33:29 | 53.92 | 96% |
| 433 | 2013-12-17 11:53:22 | 44.33 | 91% |