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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 905 | 2014-05-09 09:59:56 | 51.83 | 96% |
| 532 | 2014-04-10 10:34:52 | 48.45 | 99% |