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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 261 | 2015-10-16 16:09:39 | 74.45 | 95% |
| 93 | 2015-08-18 14:29:41 | 69.85 | 97% |