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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1128 | 2016-02-16 12:40:51 | 73.90 | 98% |
| 24 | 2015-04-22 07:19:11 | 58.92 | 92% |