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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 213 | 2015-08-03 22:30:08 | 78.28 | 92% |
| 153 | 2015-07-28 19:47:37 | 89.27 | 90% |