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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 546 | 2014-11-08 15:20:53 | 144.46 | 99% |
| 200 | 2014-11-04 13:08:59 | 128.47 | 97% |