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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 171 | 2013-09-09 08:23:09 | 80.78 | 95% |
| 48 | 2013-09-04 11:26:19 | 61.21 | 89% |