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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 594 | 2015-09-24 12:27:09 | 106.65 | 93% |
| 397 | 2015-07-31 17:54:36 | 107.88 | 97% |