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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 191 | 2015-09-01 04:39:48 | 82.50 | 93% |
| 127 | 2013-04-26 04:30:39 | 81.78 | 94% |