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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 76 | 2014-10-24 07:40:06 | 136.38 | 97% |
| 53 | 2014-10-22 12:29:07 | 106.50 | 91% |